D day or should that be C day?

Today was the day... Ushered in to see the surgeon whose name escapes me now but I am sure I will get to know pretty well. Quick feel around and the warning bells clamour as she sends me off for mammogram, ultrasound and a warning of s biopsy. No need to describe a mammogram to those who have had one but for anyone who hasn't imagine a vice and you are nearly there. Next to the US suite in slightly less joyous circumstances than my last one... No wait I have an internal one for gynae when I had to smother inappropriate giggles at being told I have a nice clean vagina. Well, what can a girl say to that?! This time the Dr breezed in with the news that my mammogram was fine but she would do the scan anyway. The momentary lifting of gloom was just that as after homing in on the lump she shifted to my underarm region. Upshot was a biopsy and discussions of future plans. Results next Tuesday, then MRI scan the following Monday because the mammogram didn't show a lump ( young breasts!! I was thrilled!). Surgery maybe on 30th so Happy New Year!! Out of the hospital by 11:30 and off back to the Christer world, thank goodness for self employed husbands who can stand by, ask the questions I was too numb to ask and be supportive. If I promise not to die he will do all he can but if I am gonna die then he might as well save his money! I wouldn't expect or want anything else....