Meltdown.
Not because of the lump in my breast, per se.
The doctor relieved a bit of my fears by telling me that a lump wouldn't hurt to touch, plus it can move around, so it may be ok.
However, it is RIGHT on my lymph nodes, so it's worth investigating.
Calmed my fears a bit, but still, the stress is difficult.
It's not just the stress of the breast.
There's just so much to deal with and sometimes, it's overwhelming.
I can only do so much and with Papi having debilitating depression, I'm kinda left holding the ball.
When I have enough energy and time to clean the house, it's still a disaster no matter how hard I try.
I have people calling my name at all hours until the sun goes down.
We've got people trying to make our lives miserable by threatening to call the police on us for cutting down some trees that are impeding our electricity lines.
The land isn't theirs, but they saw the banana tree first, so they claimed it. The land belongs to an American who hasn't done anything with his acres, but they decided the banana tree was theirs.
Bananas grow like weeds here.
I'm not kidding.
I just removed 5 from my yard that popped up and already there's two more to get rid of.
Did you know they are actually weeds? Yeah. I didn't either until now.
I'm constantly running around pulling them out of the ground as fast as I can. I don't like bananas, and if I let them grow, they'd push out my mango.
I am in love with my mango tree.
You don't fuck with my mango tree.
Anyway, when our 'friend' threatens to call the police on us about a tree that ISN'T on his land, it makes us a little more than upset.
We apologized profusely, stating that we didn't know the tree was his, because it's not his land, then bought him a beer of regret, and told him I'd give him MY bananas when they're ready.
Then he went ahead and cut down more stuff in the lot that doesn't belong to him and told us WE have to pay for it.
When his family and friends got involved in supporting him that we needed to pay, we caved and gave him the money to keep the village from forming a mob attack.
Yeah.
This is living with the people that my one 'friend' judged then dissed me about for putting up a wall.
Well, she's not really a 'friend' anymore. She's part of the cool kids now. On the 'hate the Hector-Browns' bandwagon.
Put that all together with never ending work and the fear about how we're going to eke through with what little money we have, and you have Hurricane Andréa.
It's not just the lump in my breast, but I'll tell you, that definitely put the cherry on top.
I lost it last night.
I rib Papi for taking too much clonazepam, but sometimes, I'm just so happy he has it in his possession, because when I can't stop crying out of fear, exhaustion, anger and frustration, those little gems just knock me out and I sleep through the night.
Well, after my sleep and my meltdown, today all I'm left with is depression.
That's a little better than all-out, hysterical, hyperventilating crying.
After 2 pm, we'll find out how everything is with the mammogram I had yesterday.
Which, I might add, was VERY uncomfortable having a male nurse push my little teets all over the place.
I know he's a pro, but damn, can't they find a woman for these sensitive times?
He was nice enough, but I'll tell you, I was grateful I was stinkin' to high heaven with smelly armpits so that I didn't have an ounce of 'sexy' in me and he ran for the door when finished.
Since my visit to the doctor, I'm pretty sure it's just a cyst.
It's just that until I get final word, all I do is obsess.
Obsession is bad for my brain.
Not much I can do about it until we get this day over with and hear the good news from the doc himself.
Meltdown.
Not because of the lump in my breast, per se.
The doctor relieved a bit of my fears by telling me that a lump wouldn't hurt to touch, plus it can move around, so it may be ok.
However, it is RIGHT on my lymph nodes, so it's worth investigating.
Calmed my fears a bit, but still, the stress is difficult.
It's not just the stress of the breast.
There's just so much to deal with and sometimes, it's overwhelming.
I can only do so much and with Papi having debilitating depression, I'm kinda left holding the ball.
When I have enough energy and time to clean the house, it's still a disaster no matter how hard I try.
I have people calling my name at all hours until the sun goes down.
We've got people trying to make our lives miserable by threatening to call the police on us for cutting down some trees that are impeding our electricity lines.
The land isn't theirs, but they saw the banana tree first, so they claimed it. The land belongs to an American who hasn't done anything with his acres, but they decided the banana tree was theirs.
Bananas grow like weeds here.
I'm not kidding.
I just removed 5 from my yard that popped up and already there's two more to get rid of.
Did you know they are actually weeds? Yeah. I didn't either until now.
I'm constantly running around pulling them out of the ground as fast as I can. I don't like bananas, and if I let them grow, they'd push out my mango.
I am in love with my mango tree.
You don't fuck with my mango tree.
Anyway, when our 'friend' threatens to call the police on us about a tree that ISN'T on his land, it makes us a little more than upset.
We apologized profusely, stating that we didn't know the tree was his, because it's not his land, then bought him a beer of regret, and told him I'd give him MY bananas when they're ready.
Then he went ahead and cut down more stuff in the lot that doesn't belong to him and told us WE have to pay for it.
When his family and friends got involved in supporting him that we needed to pay, we caved and gave him the money to keep the village from forming a mob attack.
Yeah.
This is living with the people that my one 'friend' judged then dissed me about for putting up a wall.
Well, she's not really a 'friend' anymore. She's part of the cool kids now. On the 'hate the Hector-Browns' bandwagon.
Put that all together with never ending work and the fear about how we're going to eke through with what little money we have, and you have Hurricane Andréa.
It's not just the lump in my breast, but I'll tell you, that definitely put the cherry on top.
I lost it last night.
I rib Papi for taking too much clonazepam, but sometimes, I'm just so happy he has it in his possession, because when I can't stop crying out of fear, exhaustion, anger and frustration, those little gems just knock me out and I sleep through the night.
Well, after my sleep and my meltdown, today all I'm left with is depression.
That's a little better than all-out, hysterical, hyperventilating crying.
After 2 pm, we'll find out how everything is with the mammogram I had yesterday.
Which, I might add, was VERY uncomfortable having a male nurse push my little teets all over the place.
I know he's a pro, but damn, can't they find a woman for these sensitive times?
He was nice enough, but I'll tell you, I was grateful I was stinkin' to high heaven with smelly armpits so that I didn't have an ounce of 'sexy' in me and he ran for the door when finished.
Since my visit to the doctor, I'm pretty sure it's just a cyst.
It's just that until I get final word, all I do is obsess.
Obsession is bad for my brain.
Not much I can do about it until we get this day over with and hear the good news from the doc himself.
Meltdown.
hardship helps me grow into a better person
I really don't know how you haven't gone back to Canada yet, I think I would have given up by now, but here you are soldiering on, well done you.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't worry about the lump to much if they hurt it's generally a cyst, and they can be caused by stress which kind of ticks your box( ooh err):) I had one a while a go and they drained it while I watched on the ultrasound machine, it was awesome, it look like a zipper being drawn together as the liquid was drained, didn't even hurt. But it didn't matter how many times people told me not to worry, i still planned my funeral in my head ''';D it's the way we're built.xxx
could very well be a cyst. they're going to biopsy on monday to make sure, b/c it's on the lymph node ugh.
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