Mar 07, 2015 16:17
I have a very sore and very bruised right breast. But that's okay. Because it turns out that I do not have cancer. I'm fine.
For the past few months there was some concen. I had a suspicious mammogram, then another one. Then I had a suspiciopus ultrasound. This week I got a second suspicious ultrasound and then five biopsies of the suspicious lump. I hung around the hospital for six hours reading a murder mystery until the results came back. Negative. No cancer. **Happy Dance!** Mr. Pugh and I had been being optimistic and strong for each other and now we can collapse and admit how scared we really were. I know I had a few days where I started crying at work and had to bottle that shit up fast.
Another reason for doing the happy dance is that I've won a CIHR Catalyst Grant in Communtiy Based HIV Research. They'll give me $30,000 to do my project, which examines how friendly the grant review process is for Indigenous researchers. I'll be doing a lot of interviews. It's a lot of work, but getting it puts me one crucial step closer to getting a permenent research job. It's all coming up Margaret this week. Now if I can just have some time to decompress from all the stress.
grants,
stress,
work