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Time to get the boob smushed The healthy boob Which hopefully remains that way I'm not as anxious as I was the first time. However it's still not very fun and still anxiety provoking. Putting the one boob in the machine.. and then waiting in the cloth robe with all the other anxious women. Waiting for your name to be called so that the radiologist can deliever the news to you. Im now part of the waiting crew. I used to just go home and wait for the letter in the mail. Until 2009 when I got THE CALL to come back in for repeat "views". Which of course meant Breast Cancer. So now I wait. For an hour or however long it takes for them to call my name to tell me the results. So even though my chances of a reoccurence are slim even though Im on tamoxifen for another 3 1/2 years to prevent it from reoccurring it still sucks!

My oldest son is Eight Although there are many days when I look at him and remember the road he has traveled down, it is always on August 7th, that I remember the early days. The day he was born. The day his twin brother died. The day I thought he was going to die also because he was so sick. The day I first held him in my arms (30 days after he was actually born) The day he came home (turned blue, we called 911 and went back into the hospital) The day he finally came home ...for good (180 days later) 19 months of age getting his trach out and hearing him cry for the first time ever August 7th is an emotional day. A day that I thank god for my oldest son The day I marvel in his gorgeous eyes, kind disposition and intelligence.The day that I look at him and realize how many of his fathers qualities he has and how loving and sweet he is. The day that I celebrate him Happy Eighth Birthday!