Christine
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I am just beside myself right now. I am posting this right now so I can "get it out". Everyone I know is commuting home from work and I'm just devastated.
So, if you happened to read my post the other day--I asked for pixie dust. I had a "triple decker" day scheduled medically. My first appointment was my routine GYN follow-up. My second appointment was with a new general practitioner to talk about my year-long back pain. My third appointment was for a follow up mammogram. Last year, right before Thanksgiving, I had a benign cyst removed. The surgeon wanted me to come back in one year. So, it's that time again.
Now, I am a person full of anxiety. I've had thyroid cancer before and, I swear to you, most of my "routine" checks turn into some kind of problem. Last year's benign cyst was my third. My first cyst was when I was 14. I'm now 41. So, now you know my history. Is it any wonder that I am a wreck?
First stop, the GYN at 8:10 a.m. He feels my breast scar from last year. I asked him about it because of the lump I have felt there (which I have gone along and assumed was scar tissue). He said "whoa, this feels cystic to me." When you go have your mammogram today, have them do a comprehensive mammo AND an ultrasound." So, he changes my order to do that. When I get home, I call the mammogram place and ask if this will be okay. They say "yes, but you need to go to another facility." Luckily, I can manage all this.
Second stop, the new GP. This actually goes well; however, he recommends an MRI. Which I honestly feel that I should have had a year ago.
I go home for lunch. DD has been there all day (it's election day--no school). She let the dogs out and I come home to find that my little Jack Russell, Lola, has run away. The gates are shut and I cannot figure out how she has gotten out. She has never done this before. I search the neighborhood frantically and cannot find her. I was so upset because I had to leave for my mammogram appointment. My dad was on his way over to help look. As I took one last look, a woman in a van approached me and asked if I was looking for a dog. YES!! My dog had somehow gotten through my back fence and ended up on her street. She had the dog at her house. Oh, there is a God!!
I finally get to the mammogram place. They do the pictures and the ultrasound. The decide to ultrasound my left breast (where last year's cyst was) AND my right breast where my surgery was 28 and 20 years ago, respectively. When the radiologist came in to look, she did not have a good look on her face. She said I have "some type of cystic 'thing'" in my left breast and a small cyst in my right breast. The "thing" in my left breast is about 1.72 cm. It does not look like the fibroadenomas I am used to seeing. It is very black on the top and sides (which she said is the cystic material) and there is uknown stuff inside. The other cyst is solid black, oval and .5 cm. I told her that I had an appointment with my surgeon next week. She said "good." Then I said "but I'm going to try to get in sooner" and she said "I would too." Then she told me that these "things" needed to come out. Now, I really appreciate her honesty, but her bedside manner was terrible. She was frowning and looking very "bothered."
As you can imagine, I am just beside myself with worry. I feel like I'm going to throw up. This thing consumed my entire November last year and ruined my Thanksgiving because the biopsy was so rough. And it looks like I'm going to have a repeat. I guess I just can't express in words how awful I feel.
She seemed very confident that it wasn't scar tissue. By the look on her face it was like she's never seen anything like this before.
Anyway, I could use some cheering up. This is very bad and I'm not handling it well. At least last year, all the docs were "sure" it was benign before they went in (and I was sick about it then). Now, I don't know how I'll function.
Oh, and I did call the surgeon's office and explained it all. They were only able to get me in two days sooner. So my appointment is on the 15th versus the 17th.
Well, thanks for listening.
So, if you happened to read my post the other day--I asked for pixie dust. I had a "triple decker" day scheduled medically. My first appointment was my routine GYN follow-up. My second appointment was with a new general practitioner to talk about my year-long back pain. My third appointment was for a follow up mammogram. Last year, right before Thanksgiving, I had a benign cyst removed. The surgeon wanted me to come back in one year. So, it's that time again.
Now, I am a person full of anxiety. I've had thyroid cancer before and, I swear to you, most of my "routine" checks turn into some kind of problem. Last year's benign cyst was my third. My first cyst was when I was 14. I'm now 41. So, now you know my history. Is it any wonder that I am a wreck?
First stop, the GYN at 8:10 a.m. He feels my breast scar from last year. I asked him about it because of the lump I have felt there (which I have gone along and assumed was scar tissue). He said "whoa, this feels cystic to me." When you go have your mammogram today, have them do a comprehensive mammo AND an ultrasound." So, he changes my order to do that. When I get home, I call the mammogram place and ask if this will be okay. They say "yes, but you need to go to another facility." Luckily, I can manage all this.
Second stop, the new GP. This actually goes well; however, he recommends an MRI. Which I honestly feel that I should have had a year ago.
I go home for lunch. DD has been there all day (it's election day--no school). She let the dogs out and I come home to find that my little Jack Russell, Lola, has run away. The gates are shut and I cannot figure out how she has gotten out. She has never done this before. I search the neighborhood frantically and cannot find her. I was so upset because I had to leave for my mammogram appointment. My dad was on his way over to help look. As I took one last look, a woman in a van approached me and asked if I was looking for a dog. YES!! My dog had somehow gotten through my back fence and ended up on her street. She had the dog at her house. Oh, there is a God!!
I finally get to the mammogram place. They do the pictures and the ultrasound. The decide to ultrasound my left breast (where last year's cyst was) AND my right breast where my surgery was 28 and 20 years ago, respectively. When the radiologist came in to look, she did not have a good look on her face. She said I have "some type of cystic 'thing'" in my left breast and a small cyst in my right breast. The "thing" in my left breast is about 1.72 cm. It does not look like the fibroadenomas I am used to seeing. It is very black on the top and sides (which she said is the cystic material) and there is uknown stuff inside. The other cyst is solid black, oval and .5 cm. I told her that I had an appointment with my surgeon next week. She said "good." Then I said "but I'm going to try to get in sooner" and she said "I would too." Then she told me that these "things" needed to come out. Now, I really appreciate her honesty, but her bedside manner was terrible. She was frowning and looking very "bothered."
As you can imagine, I am just beside myself with worry. I feel like I'm going to throw up. This thing consumed my entire November last year and ruined my Thanksgiving because the biopsy was so rough. And it looks like I'm going to have a repeat. I guess I just can't express in words how awful I feel.
She seemed very confident that it wasn't scar tissue. By the look on her face it was like she's never seen anything like this before.
Anyway, I could use some cheering up. This is very bad and I'm not handling it well. At least last year, all the docs were "sure" it was benign before they went in (and I was sick about it then). Now, I don't know how I'll function.
Oh, and I did call the surgeon's office and explained it all. They were only able to get me in two days sooner. So my appointment is on the 15th versus the 17th.
Well, thanks for listening.
and 
hang out and eat 
and listen to 
with friends....
