bodies are stupid

Something happened last week that has me feeling A Way.

So I had top surgery last September. (I think I talked about that here? I honestly don't remember.) I am very happy I did it, 5 out of 5 stars, no more bras ever, etc. On Thursday I had an appointment at Womens College Hospital, where I had the surgery done. I thought nothing of it, assumed it was just a standard surgical follow-up. So I was puzzled when they made me fill out a bunch of intake forms, surely they have all that info already?

Wasn't until the surgeon walked in and explained that it became clear that no, this appointment was with the breast cancer clinic.

Abnormal cells found in the mastectomy tissue. So early they didn't show up on the mammogram I had to do prior to surgery. Usually treated by removal of the site, but that's taken care of so I'm good to go, no concerns.

You ever been in a car where you just squeeze out of a situation that could have been a really bad accident? Or jump back on the sidewalk just in time to be missed by a speeding cab.

I had that feeling all the way home.

Still do, to be honest.

So. Yeah.