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I know you've been on pins and needles to find out, and I'm happy to say that my boob is just dandy.

I apparently have something called a fibroadenoma.  The good thing (besides not having CANCER) is that I probably won't have to have it removed at all if it remains the same size.

Like the picture?  (let's just say that my actual breast is a tad less voluminous)

The Decemberists

The Decemberists - Tabernacle, Atlanta, 10.27.06

Another great show by the Decemberists.  Most songs were from their new album, The Crane Wife, but a few oldies were thrown in for good measure.

Some video clips:

   We both go down together

   16 Military Wives

Inspired by Dave's unfortunate results.

The Peach Random Gentle Love Master (RGLMf)           Playful, kind, and well-loved, you are The Peach.          For such a warm-hearted, generous person, you're surprisingly experienced in both love and sex. We credit your spontaneous side; you tend to live in the moment, and you don't get bogged down by inhibitions like most women your age. If you see something  wonderful, you confidently embrace it.  You are a fun flirt and an instant sweetheart, but our guess is you're becoming more selective about long-term love. It's getting tougher for you to become permanently attached; and a guy who's in a different place emotionally might misunderstand your early enthusiasm. You can wreck someone simply by enjoying him.                            Your exact opposite: The Nymph                        Deliberate Brutal Sex Dreamer                           Your ideal mate is adventurous and giving, like you. But not overly intense. DREAD: The False Messiah          CONSIDER: The Loverboy, The Playboy, or The Boy Next Door

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About a week or two ago I was laying in bed with the dogs, trying to finish reading a book that I had completely lost interest, when one of them decided to not step over me, but step ON me in order to slam herself against a window and bark at a squirrel.  Since they're no longer pups, it rather hurt and I knew I'd get a lumpy bruise from it.  Well, the spot never really bruised, but I did notice a pea-sized lump between my breast and armpit that never really went away.  Uh oh.

With visions of pink ribbons dancing in my head, I proceeded to make the necessary appointment with the doctor to get it checked out.  Unfortunately, after getting the goo and sonogram done (that thing is very cool), they said I'd need to go ahead and do a biopsy.  Okay, I thought, I've had this done before (in the nether regions, if you must know), so no problem.  Right?  Wrong.  Apparently this was going to involve jabbing a BIG FAT VACCUM NEEDLE IN MY BOOB to remove the tissue.   Oh yeah, and without anesthesia.  Awesome.

And forget trying to google "breast lump biopsy."  What is it about trying to find medical information on the internet that sucks?  Oh, pretty much anything from cancer to having a splinter MAY RESULT IN IMMINENT DEATH.

So I pretty much learned two things by this point:

1. boobs are totally useless
2. boobs are a pain in the ass

Let me also add that although there's family history of breast cancer (my maternal grandmother and paternal aunt), both my mother and sister have had lumpy boob issues which were all benign.  In fact, my mom is also getting another biopsy done this month, so we get to share in the joy of the boob needle jabbing experience.  Whee.

So I went over to Piedmont this rainy morning, put on the crinkly paper shirt, and proceeded into a rather large room with some large, torturous looking device for my "stereotactic breast biopsy."  I was too out of it this morning to bring my camera, but it looked just like this.  I basically laid down on the table and stuck my boob in a hole (hehe).  This is where it gets good - they actually give me anesthesia, pretty much eliminating any fear I previously had.  Score!  So I'm basically lying there, having a mini-mammogram (ie. boob squishing), then they inserted the needle.  It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but that was also helped by taking a xanax.

I guess I'll get the results on Monday or Tuesday (stupid weekend).  I'm pretty much stoked about rewarding myself for this boob torture by having a blast at the Decemberists show tonight, at which there will little or no talk about boobs.
 

School violence isn't a rare occurance these days.  I remember both being a student when fights broke out, as well as being at teacher breaking up those fights.  But I was pretty shocked to hear that a student at my alma mater, University High School in Orlando, Florida, died after being stabbed on campus. 

Of course it was over something stupid (a girl), and it happened in the very bus loop where I stood almost every day for years.  I don't really know how to put what I feel into words other than the overwhelming disappointment and sadness I feel. 

Link: Thousands pay tribute to slain University High teen - Orlando Sentinel