All the Sun For You

A mom, two boys, a husband, and a whole lot of adventure!


THIS Moment in Time – Movie Time!

When we bought this house, we used the theater room ALL of the time. Then we had kids, and the theater room scared them. Now, they’re finally loving it.. and so are we!

We started the boys on Star Wars last weekend for their birthdays. Right now, we’re watching “Return of the Jedi” and they are so excited! It’s fun to hear them talk about the characters they got to know in the first two movies (episodes #4 and #5) and start putting together the overall plot. I am reliving a big part of my childhood through them, and it feels really good! ❤




3 and 5

Over the weekend, we celebrated both Matthew’s and Bryson’s birthdays. Matthew, for the last 12 months, had said that he didn’t want a birthday or a party.  So, I put a very small party together because I couldn’t NOT have a party for Bryson and I knew that Matthew would, ultimately, end up wanting one if his brother had one.

I did not go crazy this year at all. The only thing I was over the top on was, of course, the cake. Besides that, there were no themes, no balloons, no decorations, no planned activities, etc. and you know what? It was perfect. I invited 16 kids between the two boys and we ended up with 12 coming, so 14 kids total with our boys included. Totally manageable.  We put a movie on in the theater room and setup the bounce house in the basement, and much to my surprise, most of the kids were perfectly happy eating their popcorn and watching the movie.  🙂  We did make the kids hot dogs and the girls ate while the boys did not, and we catered real food for the adults.  We’re still working on the catering leftovers, which was part of the plan.  HA!


Matthew is not a cake guy.  Actually, neither is Bryson.  But Bryson will humor me by asking for a cake while Matthew straight up told me, “I don’t want a cake, Mom.”  OK.  I got to work on the cake plan for Bryson (the boy loves firetrucks!!!) and convinced Matthew that a cookie cake would be a good idea for him.  I spent so much time planning the firetruck cake that I spaced off ordering the cookie cake.  I figured that I’d be able to get it same-day, but that was not smart given that the party was at noon on a Saturday and the cookie places opened at 10:00.  I was lucky, and Cookies By Design had one in stock and fresh baked from the night before.  I had a happy 5 year-old!


Prior to the party on Saturday, we celebrated Matthew’s birthday (Friday) with our tradition of letting him decorate his own cake for breakfast (freshly whipped up buttercream!!!), opening presents (a scooter and a keyboard), finishing up a week of swimming lessons (the kid is a fish), eating lunch where he wanted (Chipotle), going to the pool with Daddy, eating pizza at his favorite place for dinner, and watching Star Wars for the FIRST TIME EVER!

Bryson’s big day was the day of the party so the morning was rushed.  He, too, decorated his own birthday cake for breakfast with a fresh batch of buttercream and opened his presents (not his real presents because that is coming on Wednesday) before our guests arrived.  He had a great time at the party and took a nap in my arms in my bed afterwards.  It was bliss!  Because of his nap, he was all set for a late night so we watched “The Empire Strikes Back” in the theater room with the boys.  Bryson was begging to go to bed 10 minutes before the movie was over so I gave him his wish.  🙂

Another year has come and gone and we now have a 3 year-old and a 5 year-old.  Bryson seems older, all of a sudden, and Matthew looks older to me.  Bryson gave me the gift of being potty trained ON HIS BIRTHDAY so I’m super excited!  That only took 4 weeks.  HA!  (There was a small accident today but it was understandable (was pouring water from the fridge and well, you know, running water).)

We have two little boys.

No more babies.

Just big kids in this house now.




Where Does One Even Begin?

The last time I posted here, I’d been told we had a few weeks left with my closest maternal aunt.  It was June 9th – last Wednesday.  Because I know how these things go, I drove up alone to see my aunt on Saturday, June 12.  Hottie really wanted to go with me, but it was important to me to go up on my own terms, on my own timelines (or lack thereof), and with my own family.


I used to make this drive many times a year when I moved back to Iowa in the late fall of 2002.  My maternal grandpa lived up north and I cherished him.  My Aunt Kris lived in the town where my grandpa was living, so given how close she and I were, I had many, many, MANY reasons to get up to see the family as often as possible.  I think I made the 3.5 hour drive probably 4-5 times a summer and at least once every fall, winter, and spring until my grandpa passed away in January of 2005.  I still got back quite a bit after that, but then I fell in love and got married and got distracted with building our own little family.


When I headed up north on Saturday, I took the old route I always took when I’d head up to see Kris and Grandpa.  The roads here have changed a lot in 10 years, but I prefer the back county roads.  I stopped for McDonalds like I always used to do on the way through Perry and cranked up the radio (no CD’s, no XM, no MP3’s – just the good old-fashioned radio) and drove.  I didn’t scream through the small towns or furiously pass the slower-moving vehicles like I used to do, but besides that, I pretty much did everything the way I used to do when I’d drive up to see my extended family.

This time, though, it felt like a pilgrimage of sorts.  It felt ritualistic.  It felt like the closing scene in “Elizabethtown.”  It was important to me that I did this exactly so, exactly right because I knew, in my heart of hearts, that this was the last time I’d be driving directly to Breezy Meadow Lane to pop in on Aunt Kris.


I called my mom on my way up to Spencer.  She and my dad were coming up to see Aunt Kris too, but were going home that same day.

I’ve mentioned before that my mom is #6 of 7 kids, but that she was the youngest for 10 years before her baby sister came along.  Her baby sister is my Aunt Kris.  Everyone loved Krissy from the moment she was born.  She was a true gift to her parents and siblings and they all knew it – they all cherished her for the bright light that she was.  Grandma always said that having Kris so much later than the other kids kept her young and my older aunts and cousins always had wonderful stories to tell of her childhood (she was 15 months older than my oldest cousin – her first niece).  Aunt Krissy bridged the generations together, much like her kids are doing now.

The thing that gave me the hardest time about all of this was not my own agony over the loss of Aunt Kris, but the experience that was going to be my mom’s.  My mom is not a warm person – that is no secret to anyone who knows me.  My mom and I are not close – another obvious theme if you know me.  My mom hadn’t seen Kris is months.  My mom just doesn’t visit her family much and when Aunt Kris was diagnosed with cancer again in February, my mom didn’t flock to see her because she didn’t want it to feel like she was coming up in a panic to say, “goodbye” just in case.  I get that – I really do.  But now, with just weeks left to live, that was exactly what my mom had to do.  She had to make the drive (my dad drove) to say goodbye to her baby sister, and the thought of that literally made me physically sick.  She knew that when she walked out of Kris’ house on Saturday, that she would not be seeing her baby sister again.

Think about that.

So when I called my mom, I told her that I knew this was hard, unimaginable, and that I would not go straight to Kris’ if I knew she’d be there.  I wanted her to have her time.  However, because of the situation, no one got to have “their time.”  People were coming to and going from the house all day long and my mom knew that she’d have very little privacy with her sister.  She told me to come to the house.  So I did.

When I turned onto Breezy Meadow Lane, I saw tons of cars in front of Kris’ house.  I couldn’t believe my eyes, and I ached for my mom who does not do well in these types of situations.  She just isn’t “good” at handling death.  She doesn’t know how to act, and although she says death doesn’t scare her, I think the death of others terrifies her.  My heart just hurt for her.

I went in, pulled up a chair with my dad and Uncle Dan (Kris’ husband) and chatted about the boys.  My mom was with Aunt Kris and her oldest sister.  My mom seemed fine.  I popped my head in to say a quick hello so she knew I was there and went back out to be with the guys.  My mom wasn’t there long and my parents decided to leave.  My mom didn’t say goodbye – she couldn’t – so she just told Kris she loved her.

She fell apart out in the driveway.  That was when I knew that the plan I’d put forward for my own goodbye was the right one for me.


When we received word on the 9th that Aunt Kris had 3-4 weeks left, I knew that was on the long end.  We’d just been through this with my friend back in December and given that it was the same type of aggressive liver cancer (both were in full liver failure), I knew that I had to go right away and that I’d be going every weekend until my Aunt Kris had passed.  We blocked the following weekend (this current weekend) and secured a condo for our entire family to go up.  I knew that if she was still with us when we went up the next weekend, that I’d book the following weekend.

I did this for one very specific reason – I could not, could not, do what my mom had to do.  I absolutely could not walk out of Aunt Kris’ house at a certain point knowing it was the last time I’d see her.  I could not say a final “goodbye.”  I knew that.  I knew that all I could do was say, “I’ll see  you ___” (next weekend, on Saturday, tomorrow, etc.).  I could not say, “Goodbye.”


When I went in to see my Aunt Kris, she greeted me with her usual, peppy, happy,  “Hi, Couuuuuurt!”  She smiled, I smiled, I kissed her, and I sat down with her.  She was tired.  She had her sense of humor, but she was fading.  I could see it.  I knew it.  There were so many people there.  Cousins I hadn’t seen in a year, aunts I used to spend weeks with at a time, and friends of my Aunt Kris who I did not know at all.

The house started to clear out and I felt like I was catching my breath, gathering my strength.  I had 2 very important things to say and I needed my own, private time to say them.  My cousin and Aunt Pat asked Kris’ best friend to lunch and I knew that was my time.  They left, my Uncle Dan squeezed me around the shoulders before walking out, and I marched right up to Aunt Kris and said, “I have two things to tell you.”

She seemed concerned at first.  Ha!

I told her they were good things, and then I said them.  We cried, we told each other we loved one another, and we then relaxed and settled in.  It was a nice visit, but I was so glad, so very glad, that Hottie, the boys, and I went up to see her just two weeks earlier for Memorial Day.  She was more of herself back then and we had our own time with her and Uncle Dan for several hours.  It was a normal visit like old times, and it felt great.

This one, this day, felt painful.


My aunt’s best friend works in an oncology clinic in Seattle and has been a hospice nurse.  My aunt Kris asked her to come stay with them until the very end, and Kim did just that.  I knew all about Kim, her profession, and her personality.  She’s a straight shooter like me.  So – when we had some time alone, I asked her what to expect.  I told her about Jenny and she asked if I wanted the reality.

I said yes.

She’ll be here for another few days to a week.

If she’s here when you come back next weekend, I’ll be surprised.

She won’t make it to the 4th of July (her favorite holiday).

The kids don’t know how aggressive it is.

Please tell the kids to tell me when they want time alone with their mom – they don’t have a lot of time left.

She will only be able to converse for another 2, 3, or 4 days.

Everything that happened to your friend is happening to her right now.

There it was, practically in black and white.  I was told everything I already knew, but was hoping I’d been wrong about.

I popped in and out to chat with Aunt Kris and before I knew it, it was time to pick Sarah (Kris’ daughter) up for dinner.  I told Aunt Kris that I was going to take her girl out for a quick bite and she said to tell her hello.

I truly believed my closing statement as I kissed her goodbye:

I love you, Aunt Kris.  I’ll see you tomorrow!”

I soaked in her response:

I love you too, Court.


Sarah and I are close.  We’re very close.  She lived with us last summer when her brother, Sam, was hurt so badly in that awful car accident.  We spent hours and hours talking, connecting, laughing.  She felt like my little sister within days of living with us and Aunt Kris told me that Sarah viewed me as her own big sister.  Last summer, Aunt Kris told me that I could not disappear from Sarah’s life the way I disappeared from the family for so long (met a boy, fell in love, got married, sucked at making babies, focused only on making babies, had a baby, got lost in that baby) because she needed me.  Sarah is very stoic and unemotional, but with me, she’s quite raw.

Sarah and I are close.

Because we’re close, I told myself on the way to the cabin that I would be honest with her about things.

The minute I walked in, she cried her eyes out.  We talked, I was honest, I told her that she needed to get home tomorrow morning to see and be with her mom (her parents had sent both kids up to the lake house to have fun over the weekend since so many people were coming by the main house).  She asked how long I thought her mom had left, and I told her what Kim had told me.  It was horrible, but honesty often times is.

We had a fantastic time at dinner, talked about her move to our city and her job, and enjoyed the best burgers we’ve had in a very long time.  Just like old times when she lived with us!  I drove her home and then continued on to my Aunt Linda’s house where I’d be staying the night (around the corner from the lake house).


Aunt Linda, another one of my mom’s 5 sisters, is a fun gal.  We hadn’t sat up and talked late into the night together in years, and that’s exactly what we did when I arrived.  Sure the conversation centered around Aunt Kris, but it felt like home to sit with her and smile and cry together.  The phone kept ringing and ringing, and the caller-ID would read out the number as Aunt Linda listened, so I figured she was screening her calls.

She wasn’t.  She couldn’t hear the phone.

The next morning, Linda’s daughter called to say that she’d been calling late into the night to tell us that Kris had taken a turn and that Kim thought she’d only be able to talk for a few hours in the morning, if at all.


Absolutely stunned.

My first thought was the kids, just down the road, so I headed out for my run and stopped there to talk to them.  Uncle Dan had already reached Sarah and told them to come home when Sam woke up.  Sarah and I decided that she needed to wake him up.


By the time I returned to Aunt Kris’ house (10:30 AM on Sunday), there was nowhere to park.  It was the most amazing thing I’ve seen in a long time.  Cars everywhere.  I literally had to walk a full block from my car to her house.

Everyone was there, and they were all crying.  Aunt Kris had slipped into the coma that we knew she’d slip into, but a day or two earlier than expected.  I went in to give her a kiss and my first thought was, “thank God Mom came yesterday instead of today.”  I stepped out to call my mom (I’d already updated her earlier in the morning) and she was in shock that it had gone so quickly.  So was I.

I had planned to head out when it felt right but it never felt right.  There were things to do, people to comfort, a house to keep clean, food to keep out.

Being close to Sarah, everyone thought I was also close to Sam (I’m not).  No one could get him to come in to be with his mom but no one would go talk to him either.  So, I did what any good big-sister-type would do and went out to sit with him and talk about anything but his mom.  The conversation finally led into his mom and I told him about my friend, Jenny, and that things will get worse before they get better.  He didn’t want to see his mom this way, but I told him he really needed to because time was running out.  He said he couldn’t see her with all those people there.  I understood, and I told him I’d check on him in 20 minutes.

Upon going back into the house, I was surrounded by Kim, Sam’s grandma, and my Aunt Linda.

Is he coming in?

He needs to come in and see his mom.

You need to go out there and get him to come in.

No one seemed to understand that I’m not close to this poor kid.  I told them I’d told him I’d check on him in 20 minutes and they said that wasn’t soon enough.  They said Hospice was coming and that he wouldn’t get to have quality time with her after that and that they wanted him to come in before the nurse arrived.


But no one can be in there.

He doesn’t want to see her like this.  Can you get all of those people out of there?

I just told him I’d come out in 20 minutes, this is going to scare him.

Fine, I’ll do it, but get everyone out of this kitchen and out of Kris’ space.

I think getting Sam to come in was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do for someone else.  He knew something was not right, but he trusted me to tell him the truth.

I lied.

I told him that Hospice was coming and that they just wanted to make sure her meds were correct and that she was comfortable.  I told him that because we weren’t sure how long it would take them to do all of that, that we wanted him to have a moment with his mom before they arrived and that they’d probably leave soon.

I lied through my teeth.

He came in… and there was no one else in the kitchen or in the living room with Kris.


Time went slowly, but it went quickly too.  People kept coming and going and bringing food.  Sandwiches.  I can’t eat another tea roll and cold-cut sandwich for a long time.  I won’t eat a store-bought cookie for months, I bet.


My mom has one brother.  One solitary brother and five sisters.  Her brother is the second oldest child so he was quite grown when Kris was born.  However, he doted on her like everyone else did.

Uncle Tom was on a European cruise.  He had finally been reached the day before (Saturday) and was told that Kris was very sick, but what, exactly, he’d been told, I didn’t know.  It wasn’t my business.

Uncle Tom’s wife is a Lutheran minister and, as far as ministers go with me, she’s quite incredible.  Everyone thinks so.  My Aunt Kris knew she was dying so planned her entire funeral over the last week and a half, and she wanted my Aunt Bonnie to be one of the officiants.  Aunt Bonnie was on a cruise ship in Europe on Sunday, and no one had talked to them yet as Kris was slipping away.  Time was critical.

My cousin, G, and I heard two of the aunts wanting to wait until Tom and Bonnie were home before having the funeral.  We were horrified because that would have dragged things out an entire week.  This, obviously, wasn’t up to the aunts so we quickly diffused the conversation by talking with Uncle Dan’s mom and Aunt Linda about timing for the funeral.  Uncle Dan and Sarah were looped in and they wanted the funeral immediately.  Good.

Someone had to call Uncle Tom.  We didn’t want one of the aunts to do it because they were going through enough, and quite frankly, we were worried that 3 of them may not be firm on the dates.  Uncle Dan certainly wasn’t going to call him.  Dan’s mom elected me, and I elected my cousin, G.  But, both Dan’s mom and G were insistent that I do it.

I haven’t spoken with Uncle Tom in YEARS.  But, I called him and woke him up on his cruise to tell him that we needed him home.  It was awful.


At 6:30, I decided I just had to get on the road.  I couldn’t stay another night so I had to get home.  I said my goodbyes, kissed Aunt Kris one more time, and told her I loved her.

I didn’t say, “goodbye.”

As I drove home, I realized that I got the goodbye I longed for from this trip:

I love you, Aunt Kris.  I’ll see you tomorrow!

I love you too, Court.


I arrived home at 9:30 PM.  At 10:44 PM, I received a text message from my cousin, G.

She just passed.

She waited until just those closest to her were with her.  She waited until we’d all gone.  I don’t blame her.  No one wants to die alone, but no one wants to die in front of a lot of people either.


And so, now I ask, “where does one even end?”

We drove up as a family on Wednesday for the visitation that evening and the funeral the next morning.  It was very hard, I still don’t believe it.  My younger sister, her kids, and my family stayed until Friday morning and spent a lot of great time together.  Hottie, the kids, and I had lunch with Uncle Dan, Sarah, Sam, and more family on our way out of town and then we stopped at Uncle Dan’s because it was on the way to the cemetery.  I visited Aunt Kris and pulled a couple of sprigs from her flowers to take with me.  We drove home and headed to a quick dinner.  As Hottie loaded the kids into the car and as I was settling up the tab, a song came on that will always be special to me.

I Hope You Dance

The song that Aunt Kris had chosen to be sung at her own funeral.

I cried in the booth, waited for the song to finish, and then cried some more in the car with Hottie.  And we drove home.

We are home now, but life is not as we left it.  There is forever a piece missing.


Grief Piggybacks Grief

I feel like all I do is share little snippets of life here and there on my blog. I used to write long posts, but now I write mini-posts that serve as a highlighter to capture the things I don’t want to forget.

Today is a day I’d like to forget and ignore for the rest of my life, but today is actually a day that no one in my family will ever forget.


Time is standing still again, and has been for a few days now. The weekend brought us an unending amount of sadness over the loss of our friend, Jenny, this past December.  There has been a heaviness in our breaths, a sigh in our pauses, a shuffle in our feet. At one point, I flippantly and angrily told Hottie, “I’m obviously still grieving and will be for a long time.” We both are.


Grief seems to piggyback grief.

Our very large family on my mom’s side learned tonight that my aunt has weeks to live. My cousin, this aunt’s young daughter, called me in tears to talk about it. That’s how I found out and I had to be strong for her, and cry only a few tears as she cried countless ones.

When I thought of my mom seeing her sister this weekend for probably the last time, I fell apart. I thought of my own sisters. I thought of Jenny’s sisters. I thought of my friend who had to say goodbye to her 13 year old nephew. So many people are telling the people they love, “goodbye.”

After talking and crying with my mom, the only way I could think to calm myself was to go spend time with my sleeping children. I just wanted to sleep beside them, but gazing at them and kissing them would have to do. So that’s what I did. And that is the only part of today that I want to remember.



THIS Moment in Time – Loaner Baby

A friend is in a bind and just asked me to watch her 10-month old from Sunday night through Wednesday. Before I responded, I of course had to consult with Hottie.

Hottie loves babies.

Hottie said, “yes.”

I agreed on one condition… That we won’t revisit the third baby talk once this baby leaves our house. I really like things the way they are.

Hottie smiled…. And agreed.


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Boys Only!


All three of my boys raced today, and for the first time all year, I didn’t. It was my turn to watch the boys while Hottie ran a quick 5k. It was fun to hang with the boys and cheer Daddy on with them!

We were told that there was no kids race after the 5k, so I let the boys run the long finish with Hottie. Once they were done and eating their gelato, the race organizers announced the kids race. Ok! We took our two tired boys to the race start and had them take another go at it. Matthew ran hard again and Bryson took his time… he needed a nap! They both crossed the finish and got their chocolate medal!

We came home with a bag of solid chocolates, 2 chocolate medals, a dark chocolate bar with bacon and caramel, a coupon for a pound of chocolate bon bons, and tummies full of dark chocolate gelato and chocolate covered bananas. This is, by far, the best SWAG we’ve gotten from a 5k… which is why we like to do it with the kids!

Now I’m off to hide all of that chocolate!





All Clear

We went to the surgeon this morning, a friend’s husband, and his bedside manner was exactly how everyone said it would be – perfect!  He was 100% prepped, explained what this most likely was, and said, “I’m a black and white guy, and this is NOT cancer.”  I wasn’t concerned, but it was nice to hear it!  Everyone I have told about this has been in a panic and I’m glad that I can say, “it’s definitively NOT cancer.”

So what is it?

Well, it’s a 3mm mass (the size of a bee bee) that has no blood flow to it (hence, it is not a tumor and therefore, not cancer).  In all likeliness, it’s a clogged Montgomery gland and they think it may have been caused by my ramped up thyroid.  My thyroid was all out of whack in April and that can cause these things.  What also causes them is nothing whatsoever – they just happen.  The issue is if it doesn’t resolve itself on its own because they can be (and was for 3 days) very painful and cause visual distortion of the nipple.

So, we wait 6 weeks for a follow-up ultrasound to see if it’s taken care of itself.  If it has, then great.  If it hasn’t, we revisit it.  He did say that the surgery to remove it can cause the nipple and surrounding area to become permanently black, so given that, he has no interest in cutting unless necessary.

We agree.

Hottie asked all sorts of questions and this was NOT caused from running and in fact, the bras I wear reduce the likeliness of nipples becoming irritated and glands being clogged.  Who knew?

So there it is – nothing to worry about.  I’m super glad I didn’t get worked up over this.  I made that mistake with my bone tumor in 2008 (he noticed that lovely scar and asked, “what happened HERE?”) and I told myself I’d never do that again.  I didn’t even walk out of there feeling any sense of relief because I truly wasn’t worried going in.  It was just a normal doctors appointment that truly ended with a pat on the knee, a laugh, and a “see you in 6 weeks!”


Boobs Continued

I know people don’t like asking for updates, but that they’re curious.  So in case you’re curious, I wanted to update you that I am seeing the surgeon on Tuesday morning.

I was SHAMELESS and mentioned to the scheduler that I grew up with the good doctor and his wife, and that his wife and I are buddies and I made sure she was OK with her husband working on my breasts (I really did clear it with her first!).  That resulted in, “hang on, let me find some room,” and, “he’ll see you Tuesday morning!”

My dad always said, “it’s not what you know, it’s who you know.”  No matter how one feels about this expression, it is true in situations like this.  My dad is beyond thrilled because my doctor’s wife is his good friend’s daughter (we truly grew up since birth together) and I’m thrilled because I DID THIS ON MY OWN without my dad butting in and calling in a favor.  Nothing says, “I don’t need the family name or your assistance” like “I called in the favor myself and got it done.”

All grown up! 😉



Quick Update, but I Don’t Know Much

I had my mammogram first thing this morning, followed up by an ultrasound.  When they did the mammogram the second time, there was discharge so that’s still happening.  The ultrasound was right after the mammogram and right away, I could see on the screen what is causing this problem.  In fact, right after the tech left the room, I texted Hottie, “From my medical perspective (I have none), I saw a node on the screen.  I bet there is a cyst.”  He said, “Don’t diagnose yourself.  Let’s wait for the radiologist’s results.”

I didn’t have to wait long.  When the tech finished up, she said, “I’m going to go talk to the radiologist to make sure I got what she needs, and she’ll want to come talk to you.”  Yep… never what you want to hear.  The radiologist only comes in when there’s something to talk about.

What I saw on the screen was correct – there is something in there.  First thing she said was, “you’re going to see a breast surgeon as soon as we can get you in.”  I didn’t get upset because she was quick to tell me that there is something there, that it’s probably just a cyst, but that they can’t biopsy it because it’s small and within some very dense breast tissue.  It has to come out, and they’ll likely take the entire duct it’s attached to.  After they remove it, it will be tested.

Then she handed me a card of a surgeon who they and my OB prefer… and he’s my friend’s husband.  He is very renowned here for his surgery skills (was rated the surgeon that all other doctors in the area would send their family to) and it’s not weird to me to have him do it, so I’m waiting for a call to get that scheduled.

Good times.

I’m fine, I’m not worried.  It’s just a hassle and it was a little traumatic when she said, “you’re going to see a breast surgeon,” because that’s the first thing I heard when we found my bone tumor and that situation was very difficult (way worse than both C-sections combined).  But – this is not the same thing and I got over the shock quickly.

I have not cried at all over this, which is a good sign.

Now… I wait for a phone call from my doctor or the surgeon…