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 Mammogram Part 2- Electric Boogaloo
So I got the news that "something" abnormal was detected on my mammogram and that I needed a follow up test and sonogram.
All my friends and family have been super supportive and informative about their own experiences so I have worried less about this than I normally would in the past.
My test is scheduled this morning so keep a good thought out for me. ❤ I have been fortunate (if we can call it that) that I have been able to stay on top of all exams and because of my endometriosis- have seen my share of hospitals, CT scans, sonograms and blood work tests. So while ALL THAT SUCKED- its kept me in the loop of my body and health. It's also just given me the attitude of "ok, here we go again...lets see what's going on and then formulate a gameplan from there".
But fingers crossed it's just a lost popcorn kernel that zigged when it should have zagged. 😂
I have had some very kind people step up and make my current situation less miserable and for that I am so thankful.
I have more to be thankful for than not. So that's what I'm carrying with me today. And if things go South- Im surrounded by a whole crowd of loving and helpful people and that's an awesome thing.
Gratitude.
Thank you.
❤

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