Thursday... A decision made.

We didn't get the best news today but it was very encouraging.

There was a very obvious "bad spot" in both mammograms. But there was not a lump detected by anyone in the examinations. Since it had only been a year since her last one, I thought this was very promising. The surgeon explained this morning that the spot could be anything from a swollen lymph node to a pre-cancerous mass. He also emphasized that it's size now wasn't anything to be alarmed over (around 3mm). He offered two options today:
1. To have it biopsied now or 2. Schedule another mammogram in 4 months. He explained that less than 1% of the ones in this situation turned into anything to worry about. We chose to watch it closely and have another test in April.

So I guess we're still in the woods but it's not near as dark there tonight as it was yesterday. At least today she was back to complaining of regular old aches and pains. I think I'm gonna have to take her in for a complete rebuild!

Wednesday night...

Well tomorrow is the day. 9.15 appointment time. We talked this afternoon and she continues to show the same incredible bravery that I've witnessed for almost 25 years. I know she's cried. Lord knows I have. She has said several times this past week that she just wants tomorrow to come so we'll know something. I've got mixed feelings about that but I guess we find out something either way.

I'm sorry friends if I've seemed incredibly pessimistic this week but this has hit us hard. All we have is each other and Marty (our pompoodle) We've been together almost 25 years and will be married 24 of those come January 15th. It's always been us against the world. After both her parents passed away and my family and I grew apart, we had each other. Things have not always been perfect but there's no relationship that is ever that way. Considering that our friends at the time didn't give us 6 months of marital success, I think we've done very well.

This is the woman that I intend to grow old with. No matter what it takes, if the news is bad tomorrow, she will be taken care of. And loved.

Tuesday morning...

It's 10.30 on Tuesday morning and I'm sitting here alone watching TV and gathering my thoughts. She's asleep as she is most mornings this time. It's amazed me through the years of working 3rd shift how she does all she does and basically naps through the day.

It was a rough night last night. I was up and down all night finally going to sleep around 4 or so. Every time I'd lay down and be almost asleep, I'd think of something and start to tear up and wake up all over again. The pup came in and laid with me around 3. I think she senses something is wrong. She's probably seen and heard me cry more these past few days than at any time in her life.

48 hours from now I guess we'll know something.