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Today I went in to have the dreaded stereotactic biopsy and after they prodded and prodded trying to find the suspicious cluster of calcification they couldn't pinpoint its location. I was on the table PRAYING I did not have to have that gigantic needle put in me.  I had family and friends praying for me.  The power of prayer is REAL They finally took me to another room and did several more shots on the mammogram machine and determined that the cluster is not in my breast AT ALL . Thank God! I don't have to worry about getting another mammogram until I am 40!!!!! & no people, this is not coincidence this is God. They have been tracking these clusters for close to a year.

I think this video says it all. Now time to freak out. EEK!

It seems that I have slept my life away this week! Starting with the fluids and meds on Monday, things have just gone downhill from there.  On another note, when I went to my appointment with my hematologist, I had to get on the scale.  Yeah I think it was broken because there is no way I way that much! Okay.  So maybe I do weigh as much as it said! Which means I am the heaviest I have ever been in life and that has to end.  [Insert exercise here]--I wish it was this easy! So today, when my husband was on his way out the door to walk the dog, I came with. It was pure torture. He runs these blocks every morning but I only walk to my car. Shame I know.  This weight is definitely motivation to get moving because I do not want diabetes or any other problems that may come with being overweight. And now it's time for the oxymoron of this post, I made a fudge chocolate cake.  I am totally screwed when it comes to getting rid of these pounds.

This song says it all.

& Today I am going in to get fluids pumped into me and hopefully some medicine to help my achy body and spleen. I have patiently waited out the weekend so that I could do this without a trip to the ER. I also just went ahead and did my dirty work and scheduled my biopsy. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO As you can tell. It is definitely Monday. That is all.

It dawned on me that many of you who are not close friends have no idea why I'd be in pain or learning to crochet ;) Well it's because I have Sickle C disease, a "mild" form of Sickle Cell Disease. I say mild because at the moment, I'm sure my pain could match someone with full blown sickle cell anemia. Take a look at some personal anecdotes from people with the disease as written for the New York Times. Pain, Persistence, Family - Sickle Cell Disease SCD is such a complex disease that it has been called invisible due to the pain that is internal and that varies from person to person. No one can readily see the affects of this disease and have no idea how to relate to you while having a pain crisis. Why is there pain? Because individuals with Sickle Cell Anemia, Sickle C Disease and Sickle B disease have abnormally shaped hemoglobin, or blood, which can often get stuck in the veins which can cause pain in several different areas of the body. Blood cells can also

Another weekend has begun that has slowly crept under the radar. While everyone is planning barbecues, hikes and get togethers, I, friends, am in bed. No, not the ultimate luxury weekend full of slumber. Yet, another crisis weekend. What does it feel like? Like I was beat down and my whole body aches. Ouch. And this has been going on for a few days. So to keep myself amused and from the sneaky side effect of illness called depression, I shuffle through a few things. My newest hobby, wait for it.... crocheting. Unfortunately, my works of art look nothing like this. In fact, although I am very embarrassed to do so, I will show you my lumps of yarn. But considering how long this pain will last, I'm guessing my lumps will start to look more and more like they should....and along the way I will figure out what exactly it is I am making. I also spend plenty of time on my kindle. Currently I am ready the Westmoreland series by Brenda Jackson. I always love a good romance book. I beli

I am always wondering what life would be like if I was someone different. And yet, I feel that I probably would want to be me again. There are certain things that I have to deal with on an everyday basis that I know very few others can even understand or want to know. Which is why I have resulted to the infamous blog. So I can scream and whine and not a soul can say anything to me...especially if i disable comments.