I'm sharing a personal drama that took place over the last two weeks. This isn't a promo post and images will be happy and pretty ones.
My biennial mammogram was June 2. In Ontario we have the Ontario Breast Screening Clinic for all women once you turn 50. I'm 55. So I'm part of this lovely group. But, my grandmother died of BC back in about 1956. So I had a baseline mammo done at 40. Welcome to the squish world. And not drinking coffee for two days prior does help me.
|Emma. Such a sweet girl|
Anyhow, two weeks ago this past Thursday was my routine mammogram. Bing, bang, boom, squish, I'm done. Then I get a call on the following Monday.
Convo with doc's office goes
Office: Hospital wants you to go back for another mammogram and they said they left you a message.
Me: What? No, no one called me.
Office: Oh, well. They've book you an appointment. This Wednesday at 1pm
Me: O-okay. Did they say why?
Office: There is nothing on the letter, just that they want you to come back, upper left breast.
I start to get those hot and cold chills...you know the ones.
Me: Nothing else?
Office: No, and this is so common so don't worry.
Understatement of the CENTURY
So off I go on Wednesday. My over active imagine has all sorts of terrible things happening to me. The technologist doing the mammo was a mean girl. Not nice, or very comforting. I won't even go into the stuff she said, except this sums it up - I ask her Do you see anything? She says, I'm not paid $500,000 to read these, I just do my job. This was a major squish job and I'm surprised boobies don't pop. I wasn't allowed to move, had to hold me breath and oh lordy, the pain.....
She does say though that radiologist might be seeing pin prick size of possible calcification. Uh, okay. I leave in a cold sweat. I share my goings on with my two sons 25 & 27, they're old enough to handle it and see real life. So Techie Son does research, as he is wont to do and should have been a doc, and eases my mind *somewhat*. Next phone call is to my good friend, a 16 year BC survivor and one of the strongest women I know. Currently her brother is in the final stages of BC, yes you read that right. The only woman in her family that has not had BC is her 30 year old daughter. So we talk. She unhooks me from the ceiling, calms me down and says:
The breast is innocent until proven guilty.
And why I love her so.
|my favourite flower in the whole world Frangipani|
Being proactive, as my friend suggests, I have a doc appointment lined up the following week for results. That was to be last Tuesday. BUT. I get a call the previous Friday from the hospital this time, they are very apologetic. She says, we need you to come back for a couple of extra views. WHAAAAAT. The technologist missed a couple of views the radiologist wants.
I. Am. Spun.
Yesterday, another mammo with mean girl who is surprised to see me back and oh no she is adamant she did not forget a view. Mammo, done, can I wait for an ultrasound. I'm convinced I'm doomed. And suddenly mean girl becomes my hero. She arrives back from talking with the radiologist and told him I was freaking out. He told her to tell me "I don't think it's anything, and likely scar tissue, like we originally thought. I tear up and almost cry. Now Nice Girl says it's not conclusive until the report is written, but...and it's left hanging there for me to have some hope.
So, mammo and ultra sound over. Ultrasound tech was cool. My phone rings and flashes a bright light, she thinks all the lights in the room are flashing, finds my phone and covers it up but not before she is blinded by the light. Nice. She can't see and thing so we chat until she can see again. I ask how it looks, she says nothing is jumping up and smacking me in the face. I think that's a good thing. I feel a tiny bit better.
|Sunset, John's Pass|
But the best news came a few hours ago as I write this post. My doc said nothing to worry about, is scar tissue and benign (I had a breast reduction 21 years ago) if radiologist had any concerns I'd be in for a biopsy. I will go for a recheck for mammo and ultrasound in 6 months to see if anything has changed.
I'm better, but still not quite 100% with the six month check. But, I'm better than so many other women that did not get comforting news. I feel for all of you and my heart goes out in leaps and bounds.
Moral of this story, get those boobies checked! I'm thankful, and so very relieved for my results.
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