on me...

Well, I wasn't going to write or talk about this, but here I am. I'm not sure why, except this is the only place I can spew my brains when spewing is neccessary. I found a lump in my left breast about 2 weeks ago. I just attributed it to a clogged milk duct. Lucy had weaned not too long prior and it made perfect sense to me. and my brains. I massaged and did the warm compress for over a week. It didn't change. I just knew I was going to end up with an infection, mastitis, just in time for midterms. No time to be all flu-like, so I made an appointment with my doctor for some help, info and/or antibiotics just in case. Something. Not an ultrasound on my breast. She said it is definitely not a duct and the next step is to ultrasound it and see if we can tell what it is. I don't know what the step is after that, but I am hoping to not find out. I'm hoping that an irregularly shaped marble somehow managed to find it's way in there. somehow. I go Friday at 9am to Methodist. I'm not as nervous as I feel I should be and am taking that as a positive sign. Like intuitively I know it's nothing and so I am not going to worry that it is. I don't know. So anyway, there you go ladies and gentleman. As if my girls haven't been through enough, and they were finally getting some rest from being the forever milk machine. Poor girls.