Breathe, Part 2

I'm breathing again.

Three more mammograms and one sonogram later, it has been declared that the Girl On The Right is perfectly healthy.

Oh yeah, and as it turns out, first timers are VERY likely to be called in for followup visits simply because there are no previous films to compare to. Grrrr. Could the technician from last week have told me that?! Of course she could have. And she would have saved me from a good 24 hours of panic.

Just so you know, the worst part of my day was walking into the mammo room. There on the computer screen was a giant picture of the Girl On The Right...with a white spot clearly circled. I couldn't pull my eyes away.

"Is that mine?"

"Yes. It is."

"And that's what they found?"

"Yes." And that's when she explained, in detail, how it's possible to see "something" that's really nothing at all.

I am thrilled that it's nothing. And I'm eternally grateful to that technician. She clearly saw the terror on my face and did everything she could to help.

And to all of you? Thanks for the kind words, my peeps...it really did help.