I believe I spoke with most of you regarding the biopsy, but for those who were looking for updates here, I apologize for not doing this sooner. The short version is that the second doctor I saw believes there is absolutely nothing to worry about. While I have an MRI scheduled for early December, she is quite confident that this will turn up nothing that we need to be concerned with. Yay for that! The longer version is a bit more complicated than all that, but I think the short version will suffice for the internets.

I’ve been busy busy busy (can you be *that* busy?) getting ready for the sacrificial turkey, planning some interesting side projects to work on (yes, I know I should probably finish the ones I’ve started, but I like overwhelming myself), and basically being Supermom. And then, of course, there is that whole work thing. What with them expecting me to actually, you know, work and all.

There will be more to come later… stewing on a couple of things that I need to spit out before they kill me. Some of what’s going on in my head is a direct result of the biopsy post, and some is just me being, well, me. Hopefully, I’ll have time before I have to kill the bird, but most likely not.

See you soon!

November 11, 1918… The Germans signed the Armistice and thus began the cease fire of the first World War. The following year, Woodrow Wilson issued an Armistice Day proclamation.

… “To us in America, the reflections of Armistice Day will be filled with solemn pride in the heroism of those who died in the country’s service and with gratitude for the victory, both because of the thing from which it has freed us and because of the opportunity it has given America to show her sympathy with peace and justice in the councils of the nation.”

In 1938, Congress passed a bill stating that each November 11 Armistice Day would be celebrated. Eventually this morphed into Veteran’s Day, a name change being made official in 1958. No longer a day just to celebrate the truce of WWI, but a day to honor all American veterans.

To those who have served, thank you.

To those still far from home, you are not far from our hearts and thoughts and we pray for your safe return.

Thankfully October is over, with all of its pink ribbons and commercials and walks and other boob insanity. Don’t get me wrong, I have a lovely little pink ribbon on my car (I am such a girl!) and am all about us women taking our breasts more seriously than simply objects for sexual gratification. My mother died from breast cancer when she was a mere 36 years old. Her older sister also died from it, a little older, but still well before menopause even thought about kicking in. My remaining aunt lives by the adage of “not if, but when.”

I am faithful in my mammograms, and had one done in October like a million other women. I try to take it all in stride. But tonight maybe not so much striding, and more of panicky self-indulgence.

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