"You want cinnamon rolls?"
"Yeah. Cinnamon rolls. Can I help make them?"
So we spent a chunk of the evening throwing things into the mixer, kneading, and rising. He had to go to bed before the dough had done the first rise, and I shaped as John read Jet his stories.
This morning I had the 7:30 radiology appointment, so I was up at 6:15, showered, and John happened to wake up then anyway, so he put the rolls into the oven. I had enough time to get myself a latte, but then I was off to the hospital.
They did another shot of the left side, and then an ultrasound to be thorough. There's a cyst and a lymph node in an odd place, both are entirely benign, but both made the mammogram denser in that area than they'd expected. So no problems. Yay! Thanks, rmd, you were entirely correct. I'm glad my radiologists are that thorough.
By the time I was done with all that, I had ten minutes until the beginning of my boss's offsite. So I called John to bring me a couple of cinnamon rolls to work, and then headed right to work instead of home.
It's been interesting. The cinnamon rolls are very comforting, in the midst of this.