Well as I stated in my previous post, there was a high likelihood I would get called back and I did. This time Brent went with but I honestly went in with the attitude of they just need to take a few more pictures, no biggy – honey, wait in the car, it only took like 15 minutes last time.
So I go in, they even show me, this is what we need another picture of. A small, round little lump. They even told me, it’s probably nothing. It’s really round, usually cancer isn’t shaped like that. It’s small. But the radiologist is here and we will take these pictures, he’ll look at them quick, and we can let you go.
Pictures taken, sitting in the little private waiting area, still wearing the awesome “shawl” that opens in the front that they have you wear. Time ticks on. Still, ignorance is bliss, thinking no big deal.
Nurses come in and tell me that the Dr. would really like to get a biopsy of that. I had to ask, “right now?” Yes, we will just take you in this other room, they will do an ultrasound of your breast to locate the lump, we will give you a shot of lidocaine and just take a couple of snips.
In the back of my mind I was thinking, hmm, this doesn’t seem like a good thing. But my front mind was still clinging to, it isn’t going to be cancer, it’s too round, it’s too small, I’m too young. But when the nurses sit and pat your leg, tell you it’s going to be okay – you know it probably isn’t.
So the doctor comes in, I get a shot of lidocaine, he explains that I’ll here a little clicking noise as he snips out small parts of the lump, and away I go. They also insert a little metallic (titanium) clip to locate this lump again in the future. 30 minutes later, I’m finally done. They take yet another picture to make sure that clip is where it should be, give me a bag of goodies, an icepack to shove in my bra, and instructions that since it is Friday, it will take a few days, my doctor will call me, but heck – if they get the results and it’s clean, they’ll even call me.
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