It's April 1, maybe this is a joke

I had my first ever mammogram on Tuesday morning, wasn't too uncomfortable, lovely people, very chatty - then I had to go for the ultrasound as well... she pointed out a cyst, cool. I figured that would be ok... loads of people have cysts... I have big boobs, and they are hard to scan, have always been a bit lumpy.
I had a pap smear last week... last one was dodgy, but no biggy... I did expect the same, if not worse, as I was over a year over due... doh. When I had the mammogram I also had a pelvic ultrasound, as a screen as there is ovarian cancer in the family. Results would be to my GP by Thursday.
Clearly I had a week off, and was doing the grease and oils checks...
Well... while we were at the radiology there was a missed call from my GP - I figured.... ick... dodgy pap smear result... at best same as last time, at worst cervical cancer...
The GP had left when I returned the call, so I made the appointment for today. I was a bit apprehensive, thinking it was the pap smear that caused her to ring me, never thinking what the real truth was.
When I went in to see her today, as usual, had to wait half an hour before going in... par for the course.
Walked in, and she was straight to it, wondered if they had said anything at the radiology, I said with the ultrasound they had shown me a cyst, and I was ok with that. But there was more... two envelopes on the table for me...she had "taken the liberty" of booking an appointment with a specialist which is the next step. I was still thinking cyst, and suprised it was all so quick, and then she was discussing oncologists, and that they specialist had probably already contacted them. Did I "have private health insurance?" "Yes" "Good" because things would probably happen quickly.
But I asked, it might not be..."c"... she said she was going to be straight up... it was breast cancer.
Shit...
Later on I thought... hmmm April 1, this would be a sick joke.
Still a bit numb, but wanting to record this... journey

Michael is wonderful... he left work early and has taken Tuesday off to take me to the specialist. After finally getting out of the surgery - "computers said no" and bursting into tears at the counter.."no I'm not alright - yes I can drive home"... got home... confirmed my appointment...and now I guess it's auto pilot...
Happy Easter.
Time to get fit later - tonight I need a drink