So how did I get here?

A little over a month ago, my biggest concern was whether or not to sell my little Smart Roadster, and get us a second car that was more useful as a family car.  One that would fit a dobermann or two in it would be a start.  But I LOVE my little Roadster.  Then the world as I knew it was turned upside down...

I found a lump in my left breast.  Just woke up one morning, and there it was - glaring at me.  I gave it a quick prod, yes, definitely a lump and not some mutant mosquito bite. Hmmm.  So, I did the sensible thing and rang my doctor's surgery.  Could I have an appointment with a female doctor? Sorry - we don't have one of those next week.  Ok, a male doctor then? Nope, not got an appointment there either.  You can phone the duty doctor in the morning...

Or not.  If the surgery line is constantly engaged...  I tried again at lunchtime (work still goes on for us mere mortals, lump or no lump, and besides.. it's only a cyst, right?).  Engaged.. All afternoon.. engaged.  That took me to Friday evening.  I'll phone again on Monday, just forget about it over the weekend.  Bound to be a cyst, came out of nowhere, it'll probably pop and disappear..

Still there on Monday, and this time I managed to get through, made an emergency appointment to see the duty doctor and duly trotted off into town.  Sat on the examination couch with my top off and contorted my arms into weird and wonderful positions, as directed, then lay back on the couch.. and ping - as my saggy old boob, sadly worn out from breastfeeding and a combination of age and dieting, headed south down my ribcage - the lump appeared.  Sharp intake of breath from the doctor - 'Fine, you may get dressed now'.  Two minutes later, and he's emailing a rapid referral request off to the hospital.. Apparently I should hear from them within 24 hours or so, and hopefully be seen at the clinic later in the week.

(But it's still a cyst, right?)