ammogirl

Note to self: two people departing via airplane from Fairbanks, Alaska at 3:40 pm on Thursday, 23 August, will not be arriving in Frankfurt, Germany at 10:20 am that very same day. And it’s a good thing I realized that before I left for the Frankfurt Airport to pick up my daughters. Can you imagine the level of freak-out that would have ensued? Friday…they get home Friday.

The doctor called me today, and the official results are…”benign breast tissue with fibrocystic changes, microcalcifications present”. That’s a lot of words right now but really, the most important one is “benign”, so who cares about the other ones? What a relief. Thanks for listening to me ramble on about this for the past week or so, you guys. I think it’s taken us to a whole new level, don’t you?

In fact, being faced with a horrible disease has made me take stock and want to change a few things. Not really. I wish I could be inspiring and say that after this little scare I will never again take life for granted and I’ll live each day to the fullest and never look back…spend each moment appreciating my family and not get irritated at the clothes on the floor or the mess in the bathroom…but let’s be honest. This is not going to change me. I will still take life for granted and I will still be too afraid to jump out of an airplane or ride a roller coaster, and almost having a disease does not make it less annoying when people don’t put their stuff away. So.

No, what I think I’m going to change is my website. Yes, again. Not the address, just the page…I am getting a little tired of seeing Posh over there in the left hand corner. Also, my archives are out of control, and I don’t know how to make my links roll up into a tidy little drop-down box. And…there is still the fact that at least some users of Internet Explorer can’t get my site to load correctly, which sort of spoils the fun, as well as the point of coming here.

So there you have it. My life-changing brush with death* has resulted in a desire for regular website make-overs. I feel proud.

I think I need to get my cat a prescription for Xanax. He’s driving me insane, insane enough to actually write about it here in my blog. He’s scared of the dark or something, and if the lights are out and I am not there, he meows in panic until I call his name, at which point he’ll bolt to wherever I am. If I am sitting on the couch, and he is next to me, and I happen to reposition my leg very slightly, he jumps up as if an airhorn went off in his ear and tears off through the house. If he is walking and sees something from the corner of his eye he freezes, all tensed up and ready to flee if need be. You get the picture, he’s a highly anxious cat, and I think it’s about time I do something about it. Suggestions are welcome, if you have one. However, if you are a person who absolutely hates cats and laughs at the stories of cat-torture cat haters always seem to have, please keep your opinions to yourself. I mean, that’s fine if you hate cats, it’s just that I don’t.

Anyway, the girls come home Friday, and it’s been a long but surprisingly quick nine weeks that they’ve been gone, and I’m super excited to see them. I doubt I’ll be posting the next few days, so have a fabulous weekend!

Tschuss!!

* I’m not poking fun at breast cancer, or people that actually ARE diagnosed with it, in any way, shape or form. It scared me, though, the fact that I might have it, and for me, making fun of the situation–of myself–is the easiest way to deal with stuff like that. So please don’t get offended if it seems I am making light of such a horrible thing.