Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Don't Breathe and Don't Move

The technician pushed and pulled and dragged what felt like the entire right side of my body into the machine.

"Hold it. Don't breathe and don't move. Okay, and one more time. Don't breathe and don't move" After a routine mammogram a week ago, the radiologist had seen calcifications in my right breast. A nurse called me last Thursday and after introducing herself, she opened with, "Don't freak out." She told me that this situation was common and was most likely not anything serious. Today I was back for a diagnostic mammogram and possibly an ultrasound.

"Okay you can relax and close your robe now." A nurse led me to an exam room to wait while a doctor looked at my new tests. In the waiting room out front I had magazines to chose from like Elle and Martha Stewart Living. In this small room my choices were three issues of a magazine called Cancer Today. Don't freak out.

Somewhere I read that the incidence of breast cancer in women my age is one in forty-four. Perhaps I read that statistic when I was Googling "breast calcifications" while I was not "freaking out" in the days leading up to my second round of tests.

My first tests of the day indicated that I would need the ultrasound. The ultrasound room had no magazines, just a white machine like the one at the gynecologist's office. After the exam, I waited again while a doctor looked at my results. I watched the minutes change on the computer screen and tried to think about anything but one in forty-four. One in forty-four of my female family members. One in forty-four of my women Facebook friends. One in forty-four of my mom friends from Bob's school.

Twelve minutes later the technician returned. The calcifications were not obviously malignant nor were they obviously benign, they were somewhere in the middle, not close enough to bad to require a biopsy at this time. I was to come back in six months for more tests to see if there was any change. I was told this was good news for today.

Today, right now I am a most fortunate one in forty-four.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

On the Menu

"Are we having turkey on Thanksgiving, Mom?"

"Bajan is bringing a turkey, yes."

"Okay but are you making those mashed potatoes?"

"Yep. And green beans, and butternut squash..."

"And the mashed potatoes?"

"Yes, the mashed potatoes and a salad that has a bunch of stuff in it. And pie, two different pies."

"Mom, you can just stop at mashed potatoes. I mean, really."

Monday, November 23, 2015

Holiday Break, Day One by Bob Rosenberg

Greetings from The Crochet Cave. (That's what Mom calls it.)

There is no school today so I'm watching soccer videos on the iPad under the covers and I had a cupcake for breakfast that was leftover from yesterday's end of season soccer party. I'm saving the little soccer ball shaped toothpick thing to put in the top drawer of my desk.

Now I'm watching videos of other guys watching soccer videos. The guys are cool because they have accents from England like Harry's dad and are "footballers."

I dropped the iPad on my face while I was watching it and it hurt really bad but mom gave me the Batman icepack to put on my nose, so it's okay. I'll probably-maybe be fine.

We are going to the Ralph's today to get stuff for Thanksgiving at our house. Some of it will be good. Some of it will be sweet potatoes.

There are more cupcakes left, so that'll be lunch.

Mom's still in pajamas at 10:00 o'clock in the morning and that's how you can tell we don't have school or anything where people can see us yet.

I can't find any clean socks and I told Mom that "the laundry situation was unacceptable" and she told me I now have to do my own laundry. That seems extreme.

Hanukkah starts on the sixth night of Advent this year. Sometimes it's hard keeping track of being Jewish/Christian but it's still fun and you get to see your friends and relatives and do celebrations and everything.

Dad has off Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday this week. Hashtag EPIC.

Friday, November 20, 2015

And Now, a Holiday Public Service

Six years ago I first shared my recipe for Mademoiselle Magic Stuffing with all of you Thanksgiving-ing folks. The whole vegan situation over here did not stop me from making it last year, nor will it deter me this year. I made the same recipe using vegan butter and forgoing the egg and it was as delightful as ever. I am linking to the recipe again here. This will give you time to get all of the ingredients in case you are celebrating Friendsgiving and need a potluck dish before Turkey Day. You will not be sorry.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Just Some More Guy Talk

"What do you guys sleep in? Do you wear pajamas, Bob?"

"I wear my clothes. Just regular clothes. Not my shoes though. What about you, Felix?"

"Just underwear."

"Me too."

"You guys don't get cold?"

"No, it's cozy."