The new price is right

I'm not good at being in limbo. In fact I suck at it. Big time.

Last Thursday I had a lumpectomy on my right breast to remove the 3.3cm tumour that was happily growing there. It was having quite a party it seems, as it is deemed high grade - meaning its been growing fast.

Tomorrow I find out if those little fuckers have remained in-situ, or have decided that the area they were rapidly multiplying in was becoming to small for them, and have punched their way through the walls of my ducts.

So, tomorrow, limbo comes to cessation, and I get to find out whether I'm going through door number 1 - The cancer cells have not punched their way through, and there is a nice clear margin around the tumour showing NO cancer cells. Once my lumpectomy has healed I will have radiation therapy for 5 days a week for 6 weeks.

Or - door number 2 - The cancer is invasive and ..... a whole lot of other more scary type shit happens.

What ever door I get presented with, at least I'm not in limbo anymore, driving myself slowly insane, and I can make a plan.

Feeling slightly like a contestant on the New Price is Right. Only I wish there was a new car, or a dream holiday behind the doors....