Follow-up Cookies

I had my follow-up appointment with Kaiser's breast specialist today. It was over in 20 minutes. The doctor, even though a guy, was totally non-threatening and actually a funny character. He is pretty sure the lump is benign. He tried to drain it, but it turned out not to be a cyst, so he sent the cells he collected to the lab. I'll know more in a week. I'm not going to write about the actual procedure, but if you are ever in this situation, know that it only sounds creepy but hurts less than drawing blood. A pin-prick, honestly. Just don't look.

Whenever I see needles or similar at the doctor, I freak out. I only have to see it, and I run. "I have to go now. We can do this another time." (My girl said it's good that I know my limits. I love her.) I thought this appointment was to talk only, but then he started digging around in the drawers for a syringe (or something equally freaky) and I thought, "oh, right now?!" I told him I needed to close my eyes or I'd freak, and he totally understood. I lived. Despite the pin prick. I am such a big baby.

When I got home, my Mom's Christmas cookies had arrived. Yay! It was like a big hug from home. They were a bit crumbly (after being in the mail for 6 weeks, because the seriously country post office there doesn't know where the US is) but oh, so good.