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All the Small Things

I've been trying to get back into the mindset of seeing something and thinking, "I should blog that." Remember how that was so automatic for all of us?

Two observations so far this week.

One, I took Miles (my car) into get his Air Care testing. This is an emissions test that doesn't exist on the island but has been standard in the greater Vancouver (and Fraser Valley, apparantly) for the last how-ever-many years. They test your car and if it doesn't meet the standards then you have to have it fixed and retested within 6 months. God knows where I would have gotten the money for that if my wonder boy hadn't passed but I was told to get it done a couple months ago and I get the feeling that if I'd been pulled over there would have been fines and stuff. I was worried about Miles, frankly, cause he's 17 years old but it's all worked out alright. Anyways, they put you in this little glass walled cubicle while they test the car so you can watch and whilst hanging out in there I perused the helpful little brochures on the wall. You know, standard stuff like "What do I do if my car fails?" The one that caught my eye and gave me a little giggle was entitled, "Why we cannot test your smoking car."

Two, it is really sort of cruel to call me three weeks after my mother has had a mastectomy and tell me that the radiologist would like me to go BACK and have some more pictures taken after my mammogram last week. Obviously, they found something a little weird and I could give in to extreme paranoia, in fact, I WOULD, except that I've had three breast surgeries and so I know that things are a bit f'd up in there. In instances like these I try to keep in mind what the last surgeon said to me, "Breasts are made up of breast tissue and fat. You don't have either of these. You're all cyst so during this surgery we've just carved the cysts into a breast-like shape. However, it's likely they will continue to grow as they have in the past, so.... see you in 10 years." Yes, yes, he did say that. Funny man.

Kinda gross but an infinitely better way of looking at it then immediately freaking out. Cause, yanno, my 'freaking out' dance card is already quite full these days, thankyouverymuch.


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Actually, they took a bunch more pics, then did an ultrasound. I think I found the lump they're worried about but that doesn't actually mean anything. I'm less freaked out than I should be, I think. My mom's survived it twice so I guess I feel a little bulletproof and frankly, working in a hospital gives you a little more perspective on the cancers - breast ca, it's an easy one. Really. I could think of an unlimited amount of worse ones. My GP should have the report at the end of next week. And, honestly, I'm more worried about the present than I am about the future. xo

July 10, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterJen

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