Today is Friday, May 31 and a lot has happened the past few days. Wednesday was the MRI. I was a little anxious, but it went faster and smoother than I expected. I had to lay on the MRI table on my stomach with a breast on each side of a plastic divider. My arms were stretched out over my head like Superman. I was Superwoman and ready to conquer this battle. I had a headset on listening to the radio, but should have had the sound turned up. Once they started the machine the noise was louder than the music. I was pretty relaxed, considering the position. About 20 minutes later it was done. Results to come in a couple of days.

Thursday, May 30, I had another doctor appointment but this time with the radiation oncologist, Dr. S. He was young, handsome and very nice. He explained a lot and the unexpectedly said he already viewed the MRI results and it looked good. No other areas! This means lumpectomy versus mastectomy. Also that the lymph nodes looked good. Surgery will still require the removal of some, but they didn't appear to be cancerous. YEAH! That's what I've been praying for. I filled out a prayer for the prayer bowl on the table in the lobby. The more praying for me, the better. That's my motto.

Dr. S.W., my surgeon also followed up with a call to confirm this and I was soon scheduling my lumpectomy for Wed., June 12. I sit here at my computer on this Friday morning (5/31) not sure if I can wait another 12 days, but don't really have an option. I have to use this time to read a little more about what to expect (but not too ahead of myself). I need to think about the possibility of chemotherapy, hormone therapy, discontinuing my birth control pills (which are taken continuously to avoid migraines).... I'm trying to stay focused on the next step, but it's hard to know I have 12 days to think.