HNT-48, A New Boob

No,

Sorry,

It is the old boob... but both my boobs have a new lease on life as of this morning. Since they got the all clear I have been much more relaxed...

I suppose that I should have had more faith... my birthday was earlier this week and is the feast day of St. Agatha, patron saint of bellfounders; breast cancer; breast disease; Catania, Sicily; martyrs; nurses; Palermo, Sicily; rape victims; torture victims; wetnurses; and Zamarramala, Spain

please notice the breast elements. See, St. Agatha is said to have refused the advances of a Roman prefect and was tortured.. by having her breasts cut off and presented to her on a silver platter... I used to think it was weird. Now I hope it is a talisman. She certainly helped me out today.

While this painting (by Giovanni Battista Tiepolo, The martyrdom of Saint Agatha) is lovely, it is not really appropriate for a HNT submission.. so I am including something more appropriate. This is me post test shot... with a marker indicating where one of my bilateral lumps is located.

NOW! OFF TO VEGAS!,

And the answer is?

Fibroadenoma!!!!

Multiple and bilateral (which according to the radiologist is a GOOD thing)

Yes, folks I am pendulous and lumpy! WHEE!

(This by the way is not my boob... it just plays it on this blog... but trust me, this is very similar to what I was looking at this morning)

Now that I can stop worrying about this.. I can concentrate on my birthday trip to VEGAS!

When I was told about it, I have to admit that I initially thought is was like one of those Make-A Wish trips...

PK wouldn't ever take me there and then suddenly he was.. it seemed suspicious.. but we are still going .. staying at the Venetian.. I even have dinner reservations already.. WHEE!

HNT-47

Well another week, another trauma.

This week's was my first mammogram.

Ultimately, it was more scary to think about in advance than to have. I had heard that they squish your breasts pretty badly and friends of mine have complained about this. I think that mine must be a little more flexible.. since they squished up nicely...

They needed to mark various spots on me... a scar that I had from the removal of a lump that I had removed years ago (completely benign) and oddly enough my nipples that kept getting squished under the rest of my boobs....

So I present to you.... The leftovers from my mammogram.

And now the really scary part... waiting for the results!

Breasts released from Bondage

I wish.

But today I have my first mammogram.

I am not really looking forward to this, although I am sure it won't be nearly as bad as I am building it up to be. And by the end of the day I will be relaxed, relieved and happy....

Until then I have my pix of the most torture the girls have experienced to date! In this picture, I am almost able to breathe again...