" I don't care, I got the moonlight, I got the sun, I've got the stars above."

As I wrote here the other day, on wednesday I had this big important check-up, with a new doctor and everything. I had to bring papers from my surgery, and it was all really, really stressful. Well, the good news is, I'm perfectly HEALTHY. My boobs aren't trying to kill me again at all, and everything's perfect. I don't even have to do a MRI, and it's great because with my claustrophobia my therapist said I would have had to be sedated and I hate that. I only have to do a mammography, which hurts but it's still a lot better because it doesn't give me panic attacks. And that's next year anyway, so yay!

Plus the new doctor was really, really nice, and he let me talk at length, made a few jokes to relax me, and he even used to work where I was hospitalized back then. He's even good friends with my old oncologist, and it shows, on the account of him being awesome. I came out of there feeling like I was floating, and so happy I came this close to burst out into a song in the middle of the street!

So everything is great, not to mention I was so nervous and worried that it took me two days to get rid of all the adrenaline. I talked with my therapist today, and she was really happy for me, and asked me if she could take a look at all those surgery papers too.

In conclusion, everyone's happy, my therapist's got homework, and my boobs are awesome. ;)