Bing left to go to work yesterday morning, and it hit me that I was going to have to be alone with my stupid breast cancer. That was the scariest moment thus far. Luckily, there was a local horse show yesterday, so I forced myself to get dressed and go watch. I ended up talking with some friendly women sitting next to me, and I divulged my new diagnosis to them. Apparently, in addition to blogging, telling complete strangers about my malignancy is also therapeutic. Later that day, I joked with my friend Jeannette over the phone that cancer may be just the ticket to making new friends. She said that has potential to be an SNL skit.
I have my MRI and stereotactic biopsy tomorrow. My boob has barely finished healing from the biopsy on Tuesday, and I am going to get poked and prodded more tomorrow! What I hate the most about this is that I am signed up for a ride that I REALLY don’t want to take.