Right at the end of September, I found out that I needed a second mammogram scan. I wasn't worried about it at all. I thought they'd get a magnified view and decide it was nothing, but they told me immediately after the scan that I needed a biopsy.
I thought that I was taking it pretty well, but I started to freak out within a couple of days. I wanted it done right away, but I had to play phone tag for a few days to set up the appointment. First, a preliminary appointment to wait for, then the biopsy. As it turned out, the day I'd find out the results was today, Halloween.
It was the scariest Halloween day of my life, but it was the wrong kind of scary. I spent the day on the edge of my seat until finally finding out, late in the afternoon, that it wasn't cancer. Not this time anyway! There's still an elevated chance of cancer to scare me next year.
This really overshadowed my spooky season, and I didn't read as much or watch as many scary movies. I watched Arsenic and Old Lace while i was recovering from the biopsy. (The biopsy, BTW, really wasn't too bad, and I'm scared of needles, so I was really dreading it.) And I finished The Shining, which I liked pretty well. I think I'll read Dr. Sleep next year.
I've had a few hours now to process how relieved I am, and I'm going to light the candles in my Halloween decorations, make tacos, and watch The Haunting. Then eat Reece's thins, as per tradition.
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