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April 5, 2006

Tit Mice, or I Really Shouldn't Laugh But I Can't Help It

An Omen
This morning I rose early to find a tiny dead mouse on our kitchen carpet. I spent an hour peering our from the corner of my eye trying to figure out if it was real or a cat toy. The fact that the cats were taking turns staring at space beneath the oven seemed to hint at the former. Indeed, it was a baby mouse.

The Diagnosis
The original lump in question has disappeared. However, there were two other findings. The first is a cyst, which is nothing to worry about. It also appears that I have two fibroadenomas, which are benign masses common to young women. They need to be watched to make sure that they are not growing. I still have not heard a full verdict from my doctor but the assumption is that things will be okay.

Some Synthesis
Fibroadenomas are sometimes called breast mice because they are smooth to the touch and move easily under the skin (mine are very deep, however, and you can't feel them).

Somehow, my cats and my breast were very much in sync.

Thank you all for your kind words. I really appreciate them. Back to normal broadcasting brain feels far less fuzzy. Let's see if I can conjure up something lighter to talk about.

Posted by callalillie at April 5, 2006 11:18 AM | Introspect


serendipity. happy to hear you're ok.

Posted by: beth at April 5, 2006 12:18 PM

What an interesting parallel!

I'm glad it's just mice ;-)


Posted by: rosie at April 5, 2006 12:42 PM

Breath easier now, you are fine.

Posted by: PER at April 5, 2006 1:26 PM

Thanks for the early update. I'm so glad you are okay (unlike the baby mouse :-) ).

Posted by: Kathy at April 5, 2006 2:01 PM

Why shouldn't you laugh? Laughter is good.

Posted by: Bill at April 5, 2006 2:25 PM

Don't worry. I've got a couple fibroadnomas in my right one and have since I was about 20 (I'm nigh on 30 now). They've never been a problem. I do notice that they sometimes are sore (and a bit larger--wow!) right before that special time o' the month, but after it ends, the tenderness subsides. The good part is, I have bigger boobies for a few days every month. Yay!

Posted by: Aspen at April 5, 2006 3:27 PM

Yikes, what an awful scare. Glad everything is okay.

Posted by: Liz at April 5, 2006 4:19 PM

Speaking of having to chuckle, I stifled a laugh (after being extremely happy about you good news) when I read "(mine are very deep, however, and you can't feel them)"...meaning, they are not able to be felt? Or I was imagining that you were trying to tell your readership that they can't poke at you. I understood what you meant- Amelia Bedelia may have been confused.
Please Corie, do not censor yourself. I actually began to read your blog after another had criticized you in his wayyy long ago (I didn't get that one either)- and I stopped reading his in favor of yours! Every day. I read your blog for the same reason that I read my favorite authors. They make me think about interesting things that I have never thought of before, and echo thoughts I've had that had been yet undeveloped and put them into beautiful words. Thanks for being part of my morning routine.

Posted by: Maura at April 5, 2006 4:45 PM

Commas, commas! How I never mastered thou.

I love Amelia Bedelia. Right up there with .

Posted by: corie at April 5, 2006 4:51 PM

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