I was really surprised yesterday after my mammogram when I was told that the radiologist wants me to have a surgical biopsy on my right breast.
“But I just had a biopsy in March.”
“I know, but he is recommending that you have that area biopsied again.”
I started getting that sinking feeling again as I sat in a waiting area with several older “ladies in waiting” in gowns and everyone was getting released but me.
I am waiting to hear back from the surgeon’s office about scheduling the biopsy. It sounds like it’s an easy outpatient procedure, but I’d really like to get all this boob exploratory stuff over with. The nurse at the breast center says they are just being cautious and she can’t really see any kind of definitive mass or lump. It’s just a cloudy area that is very dense. My breast tissue is very dense and I have a fibrocystic mass in that right breast that they just keep looking at. And the tissue has changed since my biopsy (to which I say, of course it has…I just had a biopsy!) I know most biopsies have benign results and I know they are just being cautious and that’s a good thing.
Who knew that 2007 would be the Year of the Breast?
Yesterday was an incredibly crummy day. My brother’s German Shepherd had a baseball size tumor removed from his spleen. He’s doing OK, but he’s nine years old and I’m not sure how his recovery will go. He’s my brother’s “baby” and dog cousin to our dogs.
Also someone I work, and not very closely I might add, pointed to her stomach yesterday and pointed to mine and then asked me if I was having “another one.” I quickly told her no and that that was pretty much impossible any way at this point. And then she mentioned an e-mail that had gone out and she thought it mentioned something about me having a baby. (There are two Jamie’s at my office and the other Jamie is pregnant and due in December.)
Nope, I’m not kidding.
I had on a parka and I do have a little baby belly leftover flab, but come on people. I am not pregnant.
What a day!