Can you believe this year is almost half over already? Six months ago I remember standing in my mom's kitchen with Joey while he popped open a bottle of champagne to ring in the new year. Now that year is has become six months. For the first time since then, I feel like things are finally starting to settle down:
The saga of the lump. Technically this is still ongoing, but at least we know there isn't cancer growing in there (or that's what the radiologists and the breast surgeon say). I found out late last week that I don't have to go in for a follow-up appointment for at least another three months. I will still have a(nother) ultrasound in December. Until then, they have ask me to, um, massage my breast. No, I'm not joking. I sat on the phone for five minutes AT WORK while the nurse described how I should be touching myself over the phone. Lovely. Thank you for stripping away the last of my dignity and throwing it to the wolves.
"Carl." Oh, good ol' Carl. Do you remember him? Well, he was going to be the topic of my second post on Monday--the one I never got to because I decided he wasn't even worthy of his own post. But I'm happy to say that he's been relatively quiet, other than the incident which occurred Sunday night. Let's just say that Carl and his girlfriend were going at it. And by going at it, I don't mean in a Marvin Gaye "Let's Get It On" type of way. I mean in a Mike Tyson-Evander Holyfield showdown type of way. This just goes to show that when you think someone couldn't possibly be a bigger loser, they surprise you.
Infertility. Even though we didn't (and won't) achieve our goal of having a baby this year, I think we made progress. We did the right thing by changing fertility clinics in January and finally got some definitive diagnoses. The last week has been the biggest breakthrough: I am proud to write that I haven't researched anything dealing with IVF once. Part of this is because we aren't at that step yet financially. Another is because, for now, I'm content with taking a little break from Western medicine. I love my RE. I really do, and he did an amazing job with my surgery. But no matter how many times I'm cut open, he can't fix me for good. Maybe Eastern medicine can't either, but at least now I'll know that I've tried everything.
This weekend should be fun. I have an acupuncture appointment tomorrow at noon. The herbs are going well, I feel more alert when I take them. The rest of the weekend will be spent hanging out with family and friends. I hope everyone has a great weekend. Remember to hug your husbands on Father's Day.