It’s been a long week dear friends, a very long week. But hey, it’s Saturday morning. I can hear birds singing, the sun is coming up, and I have coffee in front of me. So nice. Life is good. I had an eventful week, and this post is more than anything helping me to process it.
Biopsies, well, let’s just say there are at least ten other things I can name at any given moment I’d rather do. They, however, are necessary when something looks fishy on the ole mammogram. I had a stereotactic biopsy on Wednesday. Basically, you are positioned on a table with the offending breast hanging through a hole. Yeah, it’s as weird as it sounds, but gravity’s pull helps get the boobage where it’s easier to manipulate. Mammogram shots are taken so the suspicious area is located. Better get a good sample the first time, right? Using the machine helps especially in a case like mine where there isn’t a lump to guide the doc. So, where was I? Oh yes, the doctor came in and got to work. First, he deadened the area with an injection of lidocaine. I was sorta numb rather quickly. Next, a little incision is made so a big ass needle can go in for the tissue sample. I couldn’t see what was going on, but it felt like a vice grip had a hold of my breast. Seriously that’s the image that came into my mind from what I was able to feel. So I’m lying prone, my breast in a hole letting a vice squeeze the crap out of it. wth? Fight or flight was kicking in about then. Thankfully my parasympathetic nervous system didn’t take over. (Imagine me jumping up, naked from the waist up, running from the room screaming my head off while waving my arms above my head. hmm, meanwhile back on Earth…) Actually, I was perfectly still, well, aside from breathing. Once a sizeable specimen was retrieved, and the doctor made sure some of the calcifications were present, I was slowly sat up, then laid right back down. I was clammy, dizzy, and my ears started to ring. Maybe my response was a little more intense than I thought, lol. Once I got passed the whole embarrassing, yes I’m a nurse, but I’ll pass out on ya scenario, a small compression dressing was applied, and I got an icepack in the bra for the rest of the day. My breast was sore, but I was able to work. I was instructed to do no heavy lifting on that side and expect some bruising. Overall the experience was maybe a three on the scale of 1 to 10 of unpleasant crap I never want to do again.
Results should be available in two days. Two long days.
I got the results Thursday evening.
I have breast cancer.
I don’t want to do this.
So, what’s next? I have an appointment with my ob/gyn on Monday. We will go from there. I have been doing some reading. I know this was found early. It’s a well-documented kind of breast cancer. The more that’s known about a diagnosis in the medical world, the better we get at treating it.
Here’s what I know. I’m young. I’m in the best physical shape I’ve been in over the last 20 years. I have faith in God, and I draw strength from him. I have tons of support. I’m ready to fight. Let’s do this.
Coffee, Daisies, and Chocolates,