This seldom works. Luckily, My doctor is an awesome guy who is more than willing to deal with my issues. Except this time my issues were not in my head. He found the lump in my breast in under two seconds – which is pretty good seeing as his search area was a full sized C cup and I had neglected to get a grid pattern tattooed on beforhand.

He is confidant that it is a cyst becuase my breast’s are fiborocystic (sp?) in the first place, but he is not willing to take the chance that it is just a cyst and has made an appointment for me to have an ultrasound done on my breast. The appointment is 10:15, Valentines Day.

I think it is rather odd that my two appointments – both concerning cancer- bracket the anniversary of my mothers death from cancer.

I am going to try and convince the ultrasound technition to print out a picture of my boob baby for me to take home. The hubs thinks it is unlikely she will do it, but I figure it can’t hurt to try.

What do you think of the name Bekah?

Lookin’ pretty happy, sitting there, hmmm? Big tough guys killed the mean old gator didn’t ya. Gonna have some gator soup for lunch are you? Hmm? Gonna cut the gator open and make yourself a nice thick gator sandwich to snack on, right?

I wonder what a gator looks like on this inside anyway….

Oh. Well then. Yuck. You know…. Some people DO eat alligators and crocodiles. Does that make them cannibal’s?