Two minutes ago, a ringing phone snapped me back to reality and I am just about ready to stand on my desk and boogy! It was a nurse from my lovely doc's office. My CA125 is normal. 'Normal...' I haven't been called that in a while. She actually called me 'normal' and for now I am relishing in that fact.
Right now I'm off to dance with my grandbabies in the kitchen! Tap..tap...clickety-click. Like my new tap shoes? 
I am not even going to think about my next round of tests right now. Afterall, it is not unusual to be called back for a repeat mammogram and ultrasound, right? I am just not looking forward to having an audience. Apparently the radiologist is going to be in the room this time along with the technician. One would think I have lost all my modesty after what I have been through over the past while. Sigh. I guess will have once it's all over!
Right now I'm off to dance with my grandbabies in the kitchen! Tap..tap...clickety-click. Like my new tap shoes? Thank You Jesus!
