The Brattychick

On Tuesday I had a cystoscopy for pelvic floor issues (I have five children). It was meant as a precaution along with many other measures we were doing diagnose why I am having so many issues. A cystoscopy is when they put a camera into your bladder. It feels like a catheter and they don't have to knock you out. Surprisingly, the Dr. found a growth that she estimates to be 1cm x 1cm. She called later that afternoon to say that the urologist that saw the images said they looked cancerous.   That sucked and I had a meltdown.  I am feeling much better now. I have an appointment on Wednesday at NIH's uro-oncology department. This is a consult and bloodwork. They are hoping to do a biopsy (where they hope to remove the whole growth, if they're able, on 7/30. This is all extremely fast and I am very fortunate to have had some doctors pull some strings for me. I also have an appointment for a second opinion with another doctor at VHC.  Of course, we are reeling and frightened, but

To his ex- girlfriend "How does it feel to be demoted to family friend?"

When some people are gone you have to cry a lot. 

"I'm fat full of babies. I'm fat full of babes. How many babies can I fit? Just four. No more."

I don't like corn off the cob. I don't know why they took it off. It was fine where it was. Very problematic. 

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