Result

Every day seven Kiwi women are diagnosed with breast cancer.

Today, thank f**k, I wasn't one of them.

I trooped up to a private hospital and paid for the privilege of having my left breast firstly squeezed into an horrific mammogram machine and later slathered in gunk and ultrasounded. And then two doctors pronounced it nothing more than a 'cyst'.

And with that, the lump that a good wedge of my brain has been given over to for the past month or so, dropped off the worry radar.

Today happiness exists on about seven different levels. I'd like to throw some huge love out the Animator who supported me and even accompanied me to the hospital today. Normal transmission can now resume...