Are You Kidding Me!

We went for a 3 months check up with Dr. Orwell the other day. She found another lump on my left breast (the same side as the one they found cancer on last year). Obviously it came as a shock to us, and feel badly about the whole thing. She sends us down to get an ultrasound immediately. They found 3 little lumps total. Now what? The doctor ordered an MRI. Basically "No Way" in May's world. I tried to get MRI scan last year, but had failed miserably. This time not only 1 but 2 MRI were ordered. I decided to take drugs to help relived my intense impracticle fear of I don't know what? Long story short, they ended up having to give me so much drug, I was throwing up all day long. We got there at 8am, and eventually left at around 3pm.

Note to Self: never take drugs again!

The next day I question the lab, why do you need another MRI? Nice try, but didn't work in my favor at all. I decided to give it a shot without the drug. Corey, Rick and Gabe came along for moral support. Gabe couldn't come inside, had to sit and wait in the hall (thank you). Corey and Rick came in, and really held my hand throgh out the hold thing. I really appriciate it. Thank god that's over. Now we just waiting for the result.