On Monday, I felt a hard cord-like mass in my right breast.
On Tuesday, my ob/gyn felt it. He was cautious and vague, which was not comforting.
On Wednesday, I had my first mammogram, my first breast sonogram. The mammogram tech was coarse (Her: "You say it's not really a mass. Well that's the code your doctor used. He said 'mass.' What am I supposed to put, it's a line?" Me (one millisecond away from losing it): "Look, I'm not the doctor here. Why don't you come over and feel it yourself." ) The sonogram tech was nice. I closed my eyes for the sono and tried to think about breathing. She told me the doctor had left for the day. Then she told me not to worry.
On Thursday, my ob/gyn told me everything looked normal.
On Friday, the breast surgeon (no thank you!) told me I have Mondor syndrom, which basically means a swollen vein that you can treat with tylenol if it's painful.
End of story.
It was a long, emotional week. I am grateful for kindnesses. I am grateful for my problems, because really, they could be so much worse. I am grateful for my husband and for my kids and for my friends. And, I am grateful for my body. I don't always treat it so well, I say mean things about it, but in the clutch, it came through.
Now, back to our show.