In November of last year, had my regular mammogram checked. In December, they called me back in to get more pictures of my right boobs. Then they told me to make appointment for Biopsy.
Annually is when they recommend you to get your mammogram done, I made a regular appointment and that was done in November of last year. That would mark as third mammogram I had done. I usually don't hear anything from the Dr. about it so therefore I assumed all went well.
Two weeks after the regular check up, I got a phone call from the dr's office. They want to take more closer photos of the right boobs. So I made an appointment again. Lucky enough they have space for very soon appointment. That was done in the middle of December. So, this time I was hoping they are wrong as to what they were looking at.
A week after that, I got a phone call again from the Dr.'s office. They want me to make an appointment at the hospital for the biopsy. Now I'm startled! I had to pause for a little bit to gather myself. I said to myself, did I hear "biopsy"? and Yes, I did. So the lady at the other end said to me that sometimes it's nothing but it's better to have what doctor said done.
So the biopsy was done yesterday. I wasn't really worried about it since I don't have backgrounds in my family having breast cancer. Hubby went with me to the hospital. He was more worried than I am. I don't blame him. And to me that is so sweet of him worrying about my health. But hey, I love him too. We take care of each other for better and for those darm worsts days of our lives..hehehe.
The procedure was just for 45 minutesand plus the 15 minutes walk through of the procedure. Herb left the surgical room and I layed down on this hard bed with hole in the middle to hang my boob down. The nurses were really nice. There were two of them plus the surgeon. One of the nurses offered nice warm blanket for me. I had robe for the top part and bottoms stuff remained. I had one position which was very uncomfortable after 5 minutes with it. But had to be still for them to do the work. That possition perhaps remained for way more than one hour.
My boob was compressed for a long while. They numb the part where they were going to put the needle in. The compression part was really sore to me. My boobs are very tiny.>. poor herb< that's all I got..LOL. The surgeon took samples and came up to me after she's done with it and looking at the pictures, "I'm not 100% if I got the right stuff and we might have to do it again. " instantly I said to myself, oh you darn doctor.. So I will prepare myself again for same thing. Okay,let's be possitve that nothing is there.
The surgeon had left and I thanked her for helping me. She said 'you're welcome"..now the nurses had to clean the work area and my boob. One girl was resposible to make my boob stopped from bleeding. 12 minutes into holding the tiny little hole, it wouldn't stop bleeding. 15, minutes and into 30 mintues and she's getting tired. Meanwhile, I was thinking , oh my OMG. it better stop or I'm going to pass out. Luckily, after 40 minutes trying to stop from bleeding, it did.
So, nurse told me to get my stuff and follow her to another x-ray room. I took my things and followed her. She need to take more photos of the boob to see if where they worked on looks okay. Since my boob got more compressed after they made a hole, it bleeded more. I tried to look down on it and all of a sudden I felt passing out. So I asked her if I can sit down and she sat me on the chair. She gave me water and changed the band aid on my boob. I sat there for at least 5 minutes and looked at my phone for the time and it was an hour past of what they told us. So, now I'm thinking Herb must be so worried since I didn't call him. The nurse asked me if I'm ready to go out and I happily I said, "yes".
So, out we went and saw Herb kind of teary. The nurse explained what to expect and left and so were we. She was very compassionate. She told me I can call her and that she put the number on that paper she gave me. I thanked her of course. As we were walking down to the entrance area, Herb ask me what happened?, told him the story of bleeding didn't want to stop.
Herb kept holding me to comfort me, he's so sweet. We went home to get Matt and went out to get sushi for dinner and came home to relax.
To end this story of my mammogram, I hope they see nothing there for them to call me in for another surgery. But if they do, I will just have to do and deal with it rather than be sorry. I am 46 yrs old now and I will take no chance for something like that. At least I'm here in US where Herb's insurance is really good and will take care of us when we get sick.
take care..
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