The last couple of times I’ve had my yearly mammogram they’ve found something in my lefty. So I get the squishy and a week or so later I get a letter saying I need an ultrasound. So I go in for that and they say it’s nothing to worry about. But today I had to go in for the whole lets-get-a-closer-look shebang.

I don’t worry. Here’s my philosophy: shit happens.

I could get all freaked out that they keep focusing on this little thing and scheduling my yearlies closer and closer together. I could freak out that today I had a regular mammogram (again) and a spot-specific mammogram (that hurt like hell) followed by an ultrasound. I could let my imagination soar and think of 100 negative connotations and be all angsty and shit.

But why? What could I do up ’til this point to change the outcome? I’m receiving excellent care from a top-notch bunch of medical professionals. People whose job it is to know what to look for and how often to look and all that. What good would it do to freak out before any final verdict?

Turn’s out it is Negative. The Dr at the Laura Dreier Breast Center (marvelous place) says it’s a cranky (my word) lymph node. No biggie.

See? I don’t understand these people that get themselves all worked up without the facts. Seems like such a waste of energy to me. And even if it had been something serious, I don’t think I’d have freaked out then either.

Just keep swimming.