I found a lump in my breast back in November, and after a couple of months started getting a little worried that it wasn’t going away. A Doctor told me men get breast cancer too and I should have it checked out. (when the correct response, as every Costanza knows, is “Get outta here! Are you kidding?”)

It’s not easy to get checked out when you’re in a new place very week. But now that I’m settling in I got a mammogram, sonogram, and this morning a biopsy. When something is sore and tender, sticking a needle into it and rummaging around is not my first request (unlike a couple of people I know). It’s actually kinda funny. At least I’m laughing now.

She’s pretty sure it’s nothing, so I’m feeling a weight off my shoulders.

At the same time, it was a great experience in opening; surrendering. I decided my body is not my business, and what happens to it is out of my hands. Felt surprisingly calm (well – except for my screams of pain – just kidding as I opened up to whatever was supposed to happen.

And – it makes any worries I had about business issues or the cat peeing on the cushions seem not so important.

David