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Tuesday came, and it was the last day of January by that. Left work early, and got to the endocrinologist. Marli had her normal checks and we spoke. But what made me zone out was, here is a referral, you need to go for a mammogram. Lucky we already went through the blood works that I took on the previous Friday. I got to work the next day, as the blood works is showing signs of cholesterol and that my testosterone levels are higher. Normal male ranges but still half of what I started out on before HRT. Some other readings also messed about. But I should say, 6 months earlier we dropped my blocker dosage to half what I was using because of the potassium resistance my body was experiencing. Thursday on Feb 2, I went for the mammogram. Yes, I was anxious, nervous, scared, all the crying emotions were all collected in my body. Even the with drawn little girl. My friend had my car and forgot that I had an appointment so I was taken by a colleague who lives in the area of the hospital. Told him to meet me there or all hell will be directed at him. Came out of hospital and to in my car, looking as if some dog has taken my good and ran away. Just teary eyed, unresponsive and clutching my results. Normally by this point my results would be opened and checked by myself, but because this wasn't a Michele request it was scaring the living daylights out of meArarat. Friday came and went and still I'm refusing to read the results. Saturday also comes and goes, and as I arrived home around 00:00 this morning. I decided to sit myself down and force myself to read it as this moping around for a forced test is just bull. Read it so slow, and once done, realize but the results says everything is normal, I just have a dense pair. Thus relieved I decide I can go sleep. So my last week ended in me stressing for sweet nothing.

Hi there Emma Tolerance isnt the right word to be used. But with tolerance someone can learn more, unless they close minded and doesn't want anything to do with what they say they are tolerant about. Give your friend some time to mull it over, as he might not have realized that it's because you value your friendship that you told him. Everyone can't be like one of my nappy staged friends, that I haven't seen for a few years and starts talking to me telling me I look good and when are we hanging out like we used to. In my case I thought separation of years would make him just turn a cold shoulder. He reminded me, that with each interactive roleplay we did as children, I always took the role of the female characters and nothing is wrong, I'm just older and prettier and finally accepted myself. Wouldn't we liked everyone to be that way, but reality is... There will always be those that think its a choice and not a biological programming before birth, and not fulfilling the programming leads to our downfall. Love Michele XXXXX

Thank goodness, Michele. You're doing the right things for yourself and your body, and you're coming through fine. So glad to hear this from you. Emma