Don't forget, most important!!!
- Monthly self-exams
- Yearly Mammograms
Why do I bring this up now?
Funny you should ask.
I'll tell you.
Mid-November I was doing my own self-exam and found a tender lump.
A few days later was my yearly exam/physical. Doc takes a touchie feelie, yep, it's a lump alright. Sends me off with orders for a diagnostic mammogram.
Day before Thanksgiving, I'm getting all squished. Wait here while we check the films.
Step this way for an ultrasound, we need a better look. Wait here while we check the images.
Cry on the way home. On the bus. It was raining.
Doc calls me back that afternoon with the name of some breast cancer surgeons.
Make appointment. J - That's where I was coming back from when you saw me going thru Heather Farms. I had just finished my consultation appointment with the surgeon and had found out exactly what I was up against.
Recommendation: Ultrasound guided needle core biopsy. We'll call hospital tomorrow and send over all your films and images. We'll call you when that's done so you can call them and set up an appointment.
December 18th, Honey and I bundled off to the hospital so I could have my procedure. It turned out a bit different than expected and now I have a small metal marker in my boob** - put there just in case they had to go back in for more. Oh, and we'll need to get a mammogram to mark the spot and record you have that in there. Gee. Thanks. You poke big fat needles in my boob and now you're going to squish it. Sigh. OK, you're all set - your surgeon will have the results at the earliest Monday.
Friday: soreness, occasional pain. Waiting.
Saturday: soreness. More waiting.
Sunday: We go out for a bike ride in the rain. The whole time this whole "is it bad or nothing" hanging over my head as I wait.
Monday: More waiting.
Tuesday morning: Results at last. I have good news for you. Nothing to worry about.
Easy for you to say. I wasn't the only one going thru this and my family, Honey, and a few very close friends have been waiting just as impatiently as I have. I haven't had a good night's sleep in a month.
I was in Target when I got the news. I cried tears of relief in the Target bathroom. And then again on the way back to the bus stop.
So Please, everyone. Do the needful and take care of yourselves and your loved ones. Make sure everyone has all their yearly exams and tests.
Luckily for me, the news was good. There are so many others where it is not.
I am happy to say that on the 11th 'anniversary' of when my Mother was diagnosed with colon cancer, I was not diagnosed with breast cancer.
We've had full days since Honey arrived. Out on the bikes and going all about and stuff. Now I hope I can FINALLY enjoy things and get into the Holiday spirit. And maybe now I'll be in the mood to decorate for Xmas.
I just haven't wanted to do anything.
** My first reaction was...is it made of plastic? Will it dissolve? Metal?!? Will it set off security alarms at the airport? NO?!?!?!?! wtf. What's the point in having something metal in your boob if it doesn't set off the scanners and embarrass the hell out of the poor soul unlucky enough to wand you. THAT'S NO FUN!!!! At least I got a laugh out of the ladies poking me with needles and stuff.