Life- The Continuous Battle.

I have battled with myself for a while about whether I should share this on my blog. But I figure enough people know now that it really isn't a big deal. So here I go...

About a month ago I went into my doctor because I was having breast issues. E-mail me if you want more personal details. My doctor set up a mammogram. I went in and had my first mammogram. To all those people that complain about mammograms- suck it up. I could tell you stories.

They found two spots of calcium deposits. One area was so small that I laughed. I couldn't believe they could even see anything. They did an ultrasound to see if they could find any lumps and they couldn't see anything. The doctor called my surgeon to talk to her about his findings. He wanted to do a biopsy and a dye test right away. She said she wanted to see me first before they did any testing.

Three days later I had a breast infection. Everyone has the same question, "Are you breast feeding?" Let me just answer "no". Dresden is two years old. I stopped about a year ago. So yes, it was hard to convince anyone that I had a breast infection. I went into insta-care. The doctor gave me a shot of antibiotics and gave me a prescription. They told me to come back the next day if I didn't see any improvement. Long story short, I ended up back there the next day for another shot. But I finally started to feel better.

I went in to see the surgeon for my appointment. She showed me the calcium deposits and talked about doing a breast biopsy. I was a little surprised about my mammogram results because what I understood right after the mammogram was that I had two small dots that they wanted to check just to make sure. But what the surgeon was telling me was that there were two AREAS of calcium deposits that they were concerned about. It sounded a bit more serious that I initially thought. But I still knew that there was only a 5% chance that it was cancer.

So yesterday I had the biopsy. The best way to describe it is a mammogram that lasts two hours with a climax of needle pricking. I laid there on my stomach on an uncomfortable table the entire time. When they were done they held the breast in the clamps for another ten minutes to make sure the bleeding stopped. In my case it didn't so they tried sea weed with the clamps and finally just glued it shut, emphasizing that there would be a bruise.

They had told me that I would feel a bee sting and that would be the worst part. They said I shouldn't feel anything after that. HA HA! It hurt the whole time. They said I should have protested more and they would have stuck me with yet another needle and given me more pain killer. Humm. It was a little late to tell me that after the whole procedure. I kept telling them that it was hurting, but that I was okay. I mean, what is pain compared to giving birth? Nothing compares to that, so I feel like I can take about any pain.

I guess that can be a message to anyone that has a breast biopsy. Yell and scream if it hurts. Don't tell them that it hurts, but you are doing okay. Tell them to stop and give you more of that pain killing juice. Of course, if you have a breast biopsy, I hope that all you really do feel is a bee sting and the rest is a piece of cake.

I had asked the doctor if I would be able to go back to work the next day. He said that I would be a little sore, but that I would be able to. He said to not be surprised when a big bruise starts to form anywehere on my breast, even if it isn't anywhere near the area where they biopsied. Nice.

So I have spent the last 18 hours recooperating. I don't know how anyone can go to work the next day after that kind of biopsy. Especially when the most you can take for two days after is Tylenol. But I digress...

I find out my results on Wednesday afternoon. I will post them. I am pretty sure that everything is normal and I won't have to have anything done, except maybe a little therapy to get over the trama (joke, of course). Now consider yourself informed.