I do not have cancer.  That's the good news.  The biopsy came back with some abnormal results, but I get to keep my uterus, for now. 

I do have a condition called  hyperplasia.  Which basically means some odd cells in the endometrium, but it can be treated and will probably not turn cancerous.  It's seems this is common in women with PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome.)  I'm on a protocol of Aygestin at 5 mgs x 5 days for the next three months to induce a pseudo normal menstrual cycle and hopefully get rid of the bad endometrial cells.   

At the end of three months (late October, early November) I have to have another endometrial biopsy, which I'm not looking forward to having.  There is a chance of this turning into cancer at some point, but with the medications and biopsies if it does start to turn, we'll be on top of it. 

Enough about my girly parts, Lord knows I'm tired of focusing on them. 

Ahh, I had to scroll down on the page, in hopes of focusing my mind.  Last weekend Tony and I headed over the mountains off to the wilds of Waynesboro, VA and areas there about.  Since Tracey and Danny fled the lovely shores of Colonial Beach for the mountains and valleys of westerly Virginia we had not been out there to see them.  Oh, they've been here, multiple times as 3/4s of their children are in the area.   

For some reason a wild hair climbed up my ass and we rented a bright red Chevy Impala and headed over there.  The first third of the drive was standard, up to Fredericksburg, same old roads, same old things, but once we were past Fredericksburg into Wilderness the drive changed.  We went from strip malls and massive traffic to trees and long open roads. 

It was wonderful, especially when we first started climbing into the hills.  The view over the mountains is just breath taking and the fact that we can drive just a couple of hours and be from beach to mountains is one of the reasons I love this state.  I drove part of the way, switching only when I started to ache. 

Now, I don't know if I've ever discussed this but, I have control freak tendencies when it comes to driving.  I do not like riding with anyone, anywhere.  I like to be behind the wheel. 

In the past seven years, I've gotten much better about letting Tony drive.  In fact, most of the time, I can just relax and enjoy the scenery. 

I did, until, we started going down the mountain at 70 miles per hour. Then the scared of heights, control freak, panic attacked Suzy came out.  My breathing got heavy and rapid, my heart was pounding out of my chest, and I thought I was going to die.  I focused just enough to be able to tell him our exit and then grasp at the car as if I could will it away from the guard rails. 

It wasn't pretty. 

Tony deals well with me when I get like that.  He speaks in calming tones, slows down, and does nothing to make it worse.   As soon as we got off on our exit and were on normal small hills I was fine again. 

On the way home, I drove that part of the drive, though.  I knew if I was behind the wheel I would be much less likely to freak out and I could stay as far away from the sides of the road as possible.  Which means I rode in the left hand lane all the way down the mountains, damning anyone who tried to ride my ass.  I didn't freak the whole way back down the mountain.  I knew the control freka would take over. 
  

I'm getting ahead of myself, though.  Our weekend consisted of a biker bar, eating, swimming, and lazing around our large hotel room and even larger bed.   

The biker bar, T and C's, we've been hearing about from Tracey and Danny for quite awhile.  Now, you know in my head I had the stereotypical television picture of a biker bar in my head.  Bikes as far as the eye can see, dirty nasty floors, fights in every corner.  You know, that's what you're thinking. 

Even though I know that most bikers are good people, I still had that image.  In fact, I have a great story about bikers, but again, that's for another time (one of y'all need to remind me when I forget to tell these stories.) 

It wasn't an expensive bar, by any means, it was small, dark, and hot, but it had a good band, pool tables, wonderful staff, and supposedly great drinks.  Not that I got to drink, damn antibiotics I was on.   

It was pretty empty due to the holiday weekend, which was nice.  They all played pool all evening, while I took pictures and held up the table.  Only one argument that I saw all evening and that was a guy who decided he needed to freak at Tracey because of where she works.  I hate to tell him, but had he continued with her, she would have kicked his ass.  Tracey doesn't take shit like that.  Hell, five years ago, she would have already been upside his head.  I'm pretty damn proud of her for that. 

We took them home, then headed back to our room where I crashed and poor Tony spent the night trying to fall asleep.  The next day, we spent with Tracey and Danny. 

Late in the afternoon we went in hunt for the shooting range I had looked up, taking Daniel, Tracey's son, with us.  And we hunted and hunted.  Oh, we found the address we had for it.  It was an office for a park ranger, no sign of the range.  We headed out just to look around, I spotted a sign for Camp Sheandoah and knowing there was a range out there, we followed them. 

On and on, deeper and deeper in the hills.   I don't mean just mountains, I mean out into what could be Virginia's version of Deliverance country.  Mile after mile we rode until we thought we were at the ends of the earth.  And then there it was.  Camp Sheandoah and hundreds of Boy Scouts and a friggin private range. 

Shit.  Damn, damn.  We headed back, finding our way with no problem, which for us is amazing.   We met back up with our friends and headed to the hotel pool. 

I adore swimming.  I've always loved the water, even more so since I've been disabled.  Once I'm in the water, I can move about as much as I wish.  I have my own personal floatation devices, which most people refer to as breasts, so I do not sink.  The pressure is relieved from the bad nerves and I feel free again.  We swam for hours, eventually Danny and Tracey left.  I wasn't ready to climb out yet. 

I couldn't face the limited movement yet.  We swam and talked until the air above the pool got to cold even for me.  Once back in our room, we discussed staying an extra day, the real world be damned for another day. 

No decision was made, but when I tried to wake Tony before check out and he had only been asleep a few hours, our decision was made for us.  I headed out in the car to explore more of our area.  I drove for miles and miles just perusing the country side and enjoying the cold blast of air from the ac, until I realized it was getting late and needed to get back. 

We swam again, ate a leisurely dinner with Tracey and Daniel and promised to come back again soon. 

It was a wonderful few days, the perfect thing to help get my mind off my biopsy results.  And I leave you all with a few pictures.  Have a great day. 
  

I just like this picture of Tony for some reason.  I love that shirt on him. 

Suzy