Same Song, Second Verse Same As The First…Other Side

I must confess. I have not been up late at night…much…lately. I’ve been sleeping very well and feeling good when I wake up the next day. Never mind that I was sick for two weeks with food poisoning. My bills are paid. There is food in my cupboards. And there’s a wee little bit to offset the unexpected thing that might come up. It is amazing how having a little extra cash in the bank and a car that is reliable changes one’s outlook on life. It’s also pretty incredible how that makes it easier to sleep. It’s been a good month. Or rather, a good couple of weeks. I can’t complain. And I won’t start now, even though, life has turned on the proverbial dime for me, once again.

Yesterday, I had my annual bilateral mammogram. Yep. Both sides. This last year, the one that gave me all the drama was the right side. I just had imaging on that in September and the results were clear. No issues. Nice. Of course, I expected the same report after this appointment yesterday. Sigh. It is always disappointing when the doctor calls you back in less than 24 hours on something like this. (No news is good news in the cancer department.) The call came in at dinner time. (There was a shooting in a mall in my state tonight. A big mall. With lots of people. At Christmas, no less. Then there’s the whole Michigan and Right To Work stuff happening.) And then…The Call. The call that basically stated hey, the results are that you are going to sing the same song, second verse, same as the first…on the left side. One year, almost to the exact day and I’m going through the DCIS (ductile carcinoma in situ) process again.

And my only reaction is this: It’s not great news, but it could be so much worse. At least, this time I know what to expect.

Looks like my 2013 is going to be a repeat of 2012, medically speaking anyway.

If that’s the only thing that repeats, 2013 is still going to be a vast improvement over 2012. I’m still looking forward to the adventure. And I still plan to ride to and from every single radiation treatment.

About Miz Insomniac

Usually, it's the kids who grow up and leave home, but Miz Insomniac switched it up. When her kids grew up she decided to make her dreams come true so she flew the nest. After making 12 trips across the pond and back to Europe, Eastern Europe, and the Middle East in 2014-15, Miz Insomniac now qualifies as a world traveler. She hasn't quite mastered the fine art of traveling light, but she knows how to manipulate travel plans to avoid missed flights and jet lag. A former hopeless romantic turned realist, she's stateside now reinventing her life in a new city, with new opportunities, and all the challenges that come with leaving a career, traveling abroad for a year, and then returning to a world that's nothing like she left it. Her overseas travel is by no means over, it's just not as frequent. She's different now, but remains a night owl. She writes when she should be sleeping...and while you probably are.

Posted on December 11, 2012, in Breast Cancer and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Good luck. I wish you an angel upon your shoulder.

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