scarfman | Cliches

This morning my wife woke up and found what felt like (to me too) a lump in her breast. We won't be able to even make a doctor appointment for three days because it's a holiday weekend. She's scared, and angry, at the timing. The bar exam's in about nine weeks. We're both finally losing weight at a steady pace for a substantial amount of time. Just last night rox_law gave her a swimsuit. The health "insurance" we get from my employer doesn't cover a whole lot besides prescriptions, which was fine with us till now, but we don't believe it'd cover reconstruction. I'm able to offer little in the way of comfort besides cliches like "wait till we see what the doctor says" and "I'm here for you," but those are better than nothing and appear to be working as well as anything would, and after all are cliches for a reason. Right now she and rox_law are out getting donuts for breakfast.