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Bonnie and I have been worried about this day for quite some time. She had to go to the hospital this morning to have some tissue removed from her left breast that the radiologists flagged during a recent mammogram. She's got a nice incision mark to show for her trouble, but she should heal quickly and won't be disfigured as a result of the procedure.

She -- and the doctor who performed the procedure, for that matter -- isn't worried that it's cancerous; they expect that it's some scarred tissue that formed after one of Bonnie's frequent infections when she was breastfeeding one of our kids as infants. But they err on the side of caution, of course, so out came the tissue. A pathologist will look over what's removed and report back the results sometime next week, but as I said, Bonnie and her doctor aren't particularly concerned.

We got to the hospital at the crack of dawn this morning. The surgeon who did the procedure (who looked disturbingly like actor Adam Baldwin, by the way) actually got an early start. I spent most of my time working on a backlog of reviews that I have to get done and playing my beloved PSP. I even tried to convince one of the nurses who helped Bonnie to buy an iPod shuffle and a Mac mini. (She's a jogger with a PC running Windows 95 that she has to replace and she's looking for an MP3 player and a new computer; seemed like the best combination for her.)

Bonnie was in and out of recovery quite fast and was anxious to get home as quickly as possible. We stopped for lunch, as she hadn't eaten all day, and then I got her home and to bed, and recently came back from the pharmacy with some painkillers. We were home in plenty of time to see the two older kids get off their school buses, and James is spending the afternoon at a friend from school's house, then he's off to his grandmother's for an overnight.

Bonnie is actually surprised that she isn't more uncomfortable than she is -- she says she feels like she got punched in the chest, but otherwise is in good spirits, after a nice nap. She's still planning on taking it easy this weekend, which means that I'll get to drive Emme to her First Communion Retreat tomorrow, Bob and Emme to CCD on Sunday, and then take James to a friend's birthday party on Sunday.

Anyway, glad that's over with. Now onto the next crisis.