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I had the biopsy, it stung like getting a dental needle going in then the clack the clamps make during a papsmere (sp?) .. so I’m hoping and praying for the best, while mentally preparing for the worst.

I’ve come to terms with losing both breasts — deciding they’re starting to sag.

I hope you go for all the regular exams, even if there are more at my age. I’m lucky that I just asked my doctor about my suspicions when I did.

Living with Hypochondria most of my life, in my family, I lean towards downplaying my own health.

Rob needs me: he’s scheduled to go back in for surgery to swap out the coil in his brain, because the one there is bent or warped. Neurosurgeon said he’d be sent home the next day.

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