The procedure itself was simple and rather painless. I laid there on the hole-for-the-boob table with my poor, tortured mammory dangling like a participle for the radiologist as they guided the needle through to puncture Slimer and get a bit of tissue for sampling. After an hour or so on the table, I was freed from the clamps and allowed to go home for the great wait. Of course, the biposy showed the diagnosis of ADH bordering on DCIS. Receiving the news was far more agony then actually waiting to hear it. I's spent a good week waiting for the results and convinced myself, according to the paperwork I was given, I would be part of the 85% of women with a "nothing" diagnoses. When the physcian's assistant from the VA hospital called on a Friday night (something that should have waited until Monday) to announce I had the signs of ductal carcinoma (something that's never good to deliver via the phone) I broke down and cried. I think I might have gotten sick, too. All I remember was crying, A LOT! Ugh! I was in the unlucky 15% stuck with this nasty diagnoses. It only got more interesting from there.
It sounds like a good night's sleep has restored your ability to find humor even in a difficult situation. As you feel up to it, let us hear more of your story--the grouchy, the cowardly, and all the rest. There are other people here who understand the cancer part. I'm sure I can't even begin to imagine the getting five kids ready for school part. When I was pregnant and my daughter was three, I used to babysit for two other little girls and got worn out just getting the three of them out the door to go to the playground!