Praising God. Went to the specialist this morning. She confirmed that my lumps were just lipomas (fatty tissues) and not cancer. She said that they aren't sure what causes lipomas, and there's nothing that can be done to prevent them. They are apparently only removed, if they cause pain, because they're so harmless. It sounded as though the scar tissue from removing one can be more trouble than the lipoma itself. She also said that my risk for getting breast cancer is lower than the national average. I'm very happy with that. It was good news all around.
Our middle daughter had a meltdown before we left for the doctor's office. We're not sure what's triggering it, but she's gotten very anxious lately when she knows her dad has to go to work. It's not like anything has changed. He's always had to work. But for some reason, it is now sending her into panic attacks. She follows both of us around, but leans more toward following him around, asking when he's going to be home and crying hysterically. It's exhausting emotionally and physically for all of us when it happens. Thankfully, she was okay when we got back from the doctor's, and her dad had to leave for work.
I'm planning on an early bedtime, so I can be ready to work on the insurance paperwork tomorrow after the girls go to school. Tonight, I'll be working on laundry.
Anything to try to get a start at getting ahead. :)
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.