Crazy!

I should've known on Wednesday. All day, I felt stress free. I left school with my sub plans for Friday ready and sitting on my desk, but not with the materials in order. I would need them on Thursday, of course. I had a fairly lengthy to-do list for Wednesday and Thursday, in and out of school. Yeah, I should've known.

On Wednesday I went from school to the sitter to Costco with the boys, and got home at about 5:15. I happened to notice the University of Pennsylvania on my caller id, and figured for once I'd better check voice mails. The call was informative, providing information about when to stop eating, what meds to not take, where to park and what time to arrive at the hospital ... the next morning. Thursday! Thursday! Boy, I freaked. On a grand scale, like Esther doesn't even freak like I freaked. And I couldn't reach anyone anywhere. I finally got so bad, I called the counselor at the breast center. Only I got his voice mail, too, and it disconnected me after about every six words. I literally called his number seven times before I got the whole message in. On the sixth try, I suggested that perhaps it wasn't the best idea to allow 10 seconds of recording for patients already feeling fragile ... sheesh. I know I could make that sound funnier, but it wasn't funny. Finally I talked to some doctor who admitted it was Penn's mistake, but that if I didn't come Thursday I wouldn't have the biopsy until after the new year. So I took a deep breath, stopped freaking, and changed my plans.

Ken dropped me off at the hospital (the brand new Perelman Center, which is beautiful) at 6 am, went home, got the kids off to school and Andrea's, and then made it back to the hospital after my MRI and mammogram. He got to go with me to nuclear medicine (busy day). I talked to my mom, who was still SNOWED IN at the Las Vegas airport, if you can believe it. Everything at Penn went without a hitch. I think it's because I was so flexible and adaptable with the date change (yeah, right). However, I guess because I was already exhausted, it took me forever to wake up after the biopsies. I didn't hear almost all of what Dr. Czerniecki said, but I did get that the right breast looks like nothing at all, which is great news. According to Ken, he didn't say anything bad about the lymph nodes. He said to call on Wednesday for those results. On one hand I'm afraid to jinx it by thinking too positively, but on the other, it's nice to feel positive for once!

Anyway, my mom finally made it to Philly last night, and her luggage got back this afternoon. I slept most of the day, and now I'm awake. Jonah has promised not to get sent to the principal's office anymore for being mean to girls (the other voice mail on Wednesday besides Penn). I missed Jason's band concert last night, but Ken videotaped it for me. And Allison, as usual, just wants to go see Twilight ... again. I guess life really will get back to normal this weekend. Whew!