I ain't skeert. (yeah, right...)

Just got back from the doc, who wants to schedule a needle biopsy just to make sure all is well. He says it's definitely not just density from the radiation, which makes me just a teensy bit nervous. He was very positive and upbeat about things though, so I'm keeping a stiff upper lip but just sort of wishing Mike was home right now.

So I'm not sure if I should just go and get the local radiologist to do the biopsy, or whether I should go ahead and see the docs in B-ham like they said I should if anything came up. I do trust my local doctor, so I think I'll just do what he says and see what the needle turns up.

(For those new to my blog ~ I was recently treated for just the smallest case of breast cancer)

In sunnier news...the Deadwing album doth rock, every last moment of it. Well, maybe not every last moment. Because I haven't quite finished listening. It has stopped playing, but I suspect that it has one of those annoying ghost tracks. I usually just ignore them and eject the CD if it feeds me nothing but silence (the job of a CD is to entertain me, dammit!) but this album is too good to miss a note, so I just pray it's not too long of a silence...