Not many know, but today I had a biopsy scheduled. Back on March 19th, a doctor found that a mass in my right breast, originally found in a July 2009 scan, had grown. I was scheduled to have the biopsy this morning. I was okay until yesterday. Then I became angry at the world. I was ticked off! Here I had my insides redesigned in order to become healthy so that I could spend many years with my husband and son. Now this! I know, most biopsies come back benign. Regardless, I was angry.
One thing to know is that when you go in for something like this, you get the royal treatment. Everyone is super-duper nice. It is really a pleasant atmosphere. I get to the hospital, late, because of Atlanta traffic. This of course has exacerbated my anger. I get checked in. Things start moving quickly, and I calm down. Once I am changed into the infamous gown, I am taken to a nurses office to go over paper work and to get my vitals. She takes my blood pressure. I am expecting it to be sky high because I haven't had blood pressure meds in about a month and my previously mentioned anger issues. She takes it and asks if I am normally low. Of course I said no, because I am usually normal only with meds. She looked at me strangely. My pressure was 98/62. WHAT??? She then checked it again. 116/68. WOW! What a change that is from my pressure prior to surgery.
After all the typical prep, I am taken for a mammogram. Yippee. It was at my scan in July 2009 that I scared the tech by almost passing out during the mammogram. She had to get out the ammonia to make sure I wasn't going to completely black out. Today's scans were okay. I had two to start with. Then I waited. The tech comes back. We need two more scans. Okay. Done. Wait. She comes back again. The doctor is having a hard time finding the spot needed for the biopsy. We need two more scans. Really?? After a seventh scan the doctor comes to me and says she cannot find the mass in any of the mammogram scans I had done today. There is nothing there. It cannot be felt, and it cannot be seen. It has disappeared. Needless to say, after seven boob squashes, I am happy that there was no mass present.
The relief did not hit me until two hours after leaving the hospital. The sun was shining. The day was warm. I was driving around in my car with the windows down and the radio up!
I go back for a recheck in July.
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