Some things are in our control and others not

I'm starting to feel like I'm in some kind of terrible nightmare.

I had the follow-up breast ultrasound today.
He said that I have extremely dense breast, there is a lot going on in them-some cyst-some nodules, but there are three solid masses in my right breast that is concerning.
He wants me to have an MRI, which my primary doctor will set up.
I have zero confidence in this practice, not after having to have a heart cath that was totally unnecessary.
After I got out of the office, I sent my cousin a text & she has suggested the practice she goes to.
Tomorrow I will call & schedule what they call a second opinion evaluation.

Cousin C says that they do it all in one day & at the office, none of this run around I've been getting.

Needless to say, I am scared to death.

From what I have read-anything solid is cancer.

 I finally worked the kink out of my right wrist, and it's moving pain-free, well some twinges.
It's an absolutely terrible shade of brownish-green right now, I look a bit moldy.

The hardest part is remembering not to pick up anything- I keep forgetting.

Actual Color

We got some rumbles of thunder today & it poured down for a while.
The grass needed it, and probably Cowboy's garden.

We've not done anything today, other than the doctor appointment and stopping by Walmart to buy more band-aids.
I can't find a band-aid that doesn't stick tight and pull at the puncture wound, every one I've tried is just too tight and too hard to remove.

Cowboy bought me a blender while we were there-I'm going to try breakfast smoothies again.
I'll let Badger operate the thing, I kind of-sort of -blew the motor on the last one.

I hate this stage of life, I hate that it is Badger having to take care of me & having to take over running the house.

I had a terminally ill grandmother & from 8th grade to 12th grade it was me that changed her potty and checked her oxygen and made sure she had her meals and took care of the house and cooked while my mom & uncle worked.

I did not want that for any of my kids, and here we are.

She's a bit crabby (and very, very bossy), but she's doing a great job.
I just didn't want this for her.

We took our walk today, we go up to the cemetery to avoid a cranky dog alongside the sidewalk.
There was a family of very fat little groundhogs, chowing down on the grass and enjoying life.
Out of the blue, Turtle gives her leash a good yank and nabs one of those little boogers by its little neck.
Badger & I started yelling and yanking the leash, and she finally let go of the poor thing.
Mr. Groundhog gave Badger a hateful stare and waddled quickly off into the sunset.
I hope he survives, he was pretty fat, so maybe that insulated his neck a bit.

Humph.
Peacock told us that Turtle loved to chase groundhogs and squirrels, but she's never showed any interest when we had her out, she's just this lazy, chubby, chill thing.

Well-Miss Chubby sure can move when properly motivated.

I should be getting off of here, but honestly, all I want to do is crawl up in a ball & cry.
I'm trying to stay as busy as one can when one isn't allowed to use one's hand.
It's not working.
I'm still freaking out.