Because life

Life never goes as planned. Just when we think we have everything figured out another curve ball gets thrown our way.

Megan joined me for another trip to Mayo yesterday. With her the almost 6 hour drive goes by quickly. Car dancing and lunch meat sandwhiches out of my trunk, and enough caffine that we remain wired all day. I've learned to make the best of things. You only live once right?!

I'm the girl that takes heels and a black jacket looking for the perfect location to pull over and snap a few photos. My body is about to change again. After next week my clothes will fit differently, my silhouette will change, and I will have completed another win. The winning location?? The rocks leading to the Mississippi river at the rest stop right before crossing from Minnesota back into Wisconsin. There were unsteady footing, fear stricken wobbles, snakes, and the most glorious view. A view that filled my soul and reminded me how infinite we truly are. If we aren't living, we are dying.

We arrived at Mayo with just enough time to hit up Starbucks. It's become part of our routine.

We enjoyed some time walking around downtown and soaking in its beauty.

Before I knew it, it was time for my chest MRI. They got my iv in, and took me back for a very uncomfortable 40 minute stretch. Laying on my stomach, with a bar going down my sternum separating thing one and thing two as they hung through little windows to be scanned. My sternum is still sore from it. I never wanted the MRI. I felt it was a waste of time, and an unessecary procedure that would reveal multiple necrotic fat cysts.. just as I had been told for the past six months. As directed by both my breast health Dr and my plastic surgeon I agreed to the mri to be safe. They were concerned and said the lumps just didn't fit the criteria of fat cysts.

Before heading home we enjoyed the most delicious dinner on the outside patio of The Half Barrel.

We finally made it back home around 1 am. My bed never felt so good.

I didn't expect the results for a good 48 hours, and I was certain the scans would come back clear so I didn't think much about it. Then I got the phone call. I was at Wal-Mart getting groceries for the family in preparation for next week's surgery. I never expected what happened next. Aside from the large number of cysts, My mri showed a sizable concerning mass on the right side. I was asked to come back to Mayo tomorrow! They want/need to see me to do an ultrasound and biopsy of it before surgery next week. If it is nothing to be concerned of then surgery will remain set for next week. If not, well then we cross that bridge when we get there. I'm exhausted in So many ways, yet have turned my emotions off. I don't have time to feel right now. I don't get to be affriad or play the "what if" game in my head. To me, this is another precautionary step to complete to be ready for surgery. Everything will be ok, because I'm here, and I'm alive. I've got my gas tank filled, a cooler of coconut water energy drinks, and am ready for trip number three. My mom's joining me for this one. I have to leave tonight around 2am, to make my 930am apt in the morning. I don't even know how to feel, so I feel nothing. This mri was supposed to be clear. But life is funny that way. I am doing ok, and I'm taking it all in, one step at a time. Just as I always have.