The worst thing about getting a biopsy is wearing a bra for 24 hours.
Followed closely by the actual biopsy.
And tied with needing a biopsy in the first place.
I’ll know next week.
I’ve been pretty quiet lately. This is why. I’m writing about it (of course), but not ready to share quite yet. I could use some love and happy thoughts, though. I’m probably going to be off-line for the next few days and seeing positive woo-woos and prayers and all that when I do check in will help.
I’m scared, but I’ve got a good support system and I’m strong, so I know no matter what happens I’ll be ok.
Time to rest. Otherwise known as time to ask Jim to do all the things. If you’ve got extra good vibes, send ’em his way. He may need them more than I.