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Got up at 2 pm. Went out for lunch and then to the bank, and then for sugar-free gelato, and then to the drugstore. Had a piercing headache throughout and my period still hasn't started. Crap.

Good news, though: the teller at the bank gave us the internet transaction exchange rate rather than the teller exchange rate, which meant that we actually made some money (24 cents, wahoo!) instead of losing money on the US cheques I deposited.

We'll be having roast beef for supper. I have to figure out a project completion date on the latest MM. And my head just won't... stop... hurting.

Oh, and last night I found an excellent video on YouTube about fibroids and their treatment:



WARNING: There's footage of excised fibroids, and of fibroids in situ. It didn't bother me but some people might be squeamish about that sort of thing.

The ultrasound was enlightening. It revealed that I have a large (2 inch) fibroid sitting right on top of my uterus. I even got to see the ultrasound picture of it -- big, bulgy, and a little bit scary.

That explains the hellish periods I've been having. Fortunately fibroids are usually benign, so cancer isn't a concern at this point. The heavy bleeding is, though, and the ultrasound tech told me that there are two main methods of treatment: cut off the fibroid's blood supply to starve it out, or, given that I'm probably close to menopause anyway, remove my entire uterus.

*gulp*

Not cheerful news. But this thing has probably been slowly growing for about two years, so it's not like I have to make a decision in the next few days.

I also stopped at CancerCare, which is in the same hospital, and dropped off a couple of vinyl bags of oncology supplies that had belonged to my mother (who as you may or may not recall died almost exactly a year ago). One of the nurses at the desk was a chemo nurse who'd been my mother's regular care provider, and we talked a bit about my mom and how she was always so upbeat; the nurse told me that it was an honor and a pleasure to have known her. She gave me a hug before I left, which helped the feelings of sad remembrance that came with entering the cancer treatment centre again.

Then I took a nice walk from the hospital to the bus stop on Portage Avenue, through a beautiful summer afternoon with the sun shining and birds singing. It was just the sort of day that my mother would have really enjoyed.

When I got downtown I had lunch at Soup, Sandwiches & More (chicken salad on brown and a bowl of red lentil soup), and had the pleasure of listening to a street performer who was playing distinctly Parisian melodies on an accordian (certainly worth at least the $2 coin I tossed into her hat). Then down to Safeway for groceries, and then home.

And now at last the final HB pages are hitting the server. To work, to work!