Saturday, October 25, 2008

Once upon a time...

This is the story of a bad booby named Righty. She was going along fine until her owner took her in for a mammogram. You see, Righty was hiding something and now Shana was gonna find out - yikes! Yes, dear reader, Righty had a little tumor. Like all boobs in trouble, she hid this for a long time, but knew one day it was going to come to light. Shana wasn't mad at Righty, but she was disappointed. "Okay, Righty, let's see how much trouble you're in" she said and took her in for a biopsy. The biopsy said cancer. "How could you do this to us, Righty!" Shana railed, " Why can't you be nice like Lefty?" That was Oct. 10th.
Don't worry, Shana's not mad at Righty anymore, and she promises not to talk in the third person or through her boob through this whole blog. Just thought I'd ease you into my whole 'woe is me' or 'hey, it's great to be alive' story, which I'm sure will go back and forth from time to time.

October 27th is my first MRI and they should be able to tell me what stage cancer I have. I know the tumor is a 9 out of 9 in aggressiveness, but that's a grade not a stage, so if it's still in one place - yay me!

So, tune in for the next installment of the Bad Booby Chronicles

4 comments:

"Pillow's" mommy said...

Well, I'm very glad you caught on to Righty's secret! I know you you'll win the next round and put Righty in its place!! Good luck on Monday and I'll look for the update!

killitdamnit said...

Well, I feel sorry for the tumor - it is in for one heck of a fight - and will no doubt loose.

Jen said...

What a bad booby that Righty is! It must be punished...

40 year old non virgin said...

Look out tumor, Shana is takin names and ready to kick ass!