was the name of the game yesterday. I had my annual exam with the breast surgeon and of course, my blood pressure was through the roof (124/69, if you must know...normally 90/69, white coat syndrome much?). I was seeing a different doctor than usual (my breast surgeon was unavailable) and that just added to my stress.
The good news? I nearly forgot about the appointment, as I've been so busy. The bad news? Well, there wasn't any.
In fact, I received compliments galore (again) on my skin care. The new doctor was very impressed with the way I have taken care of my post-radiation skin and found nothing at all to concern her. The only huge issue of the day was the proposed MRI. The onocologist asked about it in August (no, I don't see her again until March), and it was basically up to the breast surgeon. She was extremely ambivalent and finally said the decision was mine.
Given that I am lousy with decisions, I threw it back to her. I said if she was fine with no MRI, I would be ecstatic with that decision. Her take?
I'm just not high risk enough and there's a good chance insurance would deny it.
Good enough for me. So glad yet another person feels like this is just a fading blip...and Merry (early) Christmas to me!