Saturday, April 17, 2010
The lump and the mammo.
My Doctor pulled the CMO card and I was taken to Mammography where the nurse was waiting and took me to complete my paperwork. I called my husband, who lives out of state and was just a little weepy. (weepy=blubbering) This is not something I wanted to do on my own.
Having a more in depth mammo I learned the following:
1. I can have my right boob flattened, twisted to a 45∘angle, suck in my stomach, raise my right arm with the corner of the table digging into my arm pit, lift my chin and hold my breath. I can actually do this at any angle so watch out hubby I have some new moves the next time we are together!
2. I have now been up close and personal with a Million Dollar Machine.
3. Radiologists don't have much of a sense of humor ~ or maybe it was my ramblings because of my nervousness that all she heard was "blah, blah, blah".
After I was pulled, stretched and squished it was off to have my ultra sound. As I was sitting in the special waiting room I got weepy again and wished that I wasn't going through this alone.
Having an ultra sound on a boob that has been manipulated like a piece of taffy, ends up to be a little painful. At the end of it all the Doctor told me that the lump was a fatty mass and I was okay. (seems as though I am destined for fatty mass ~ boobs and ass!)
I called my husband with the good news and told him, I think for the 10th time, that I didn't want to do this alone ever again.
As I was driving home feeling sorry for myself I remembered that 4 years ago my Mother went to the Doctor after discovering a lump, had the mammogram and within the next two weeks a mastectomy.
My Mother did this alone.