I had forgotten some of the joys of getting a mammogram.
Walking up to the machine, having your breast mashed as flat as possible. The technicians are always pleasant and apologize for squeezing so hard. But it's just not fun.
Because I'm a high risk patient, I always wait to hear my results.
Well yesterday, I waited and waited and waited.
Finally, the technician told me they needed additional views of the left breast. The same one where I'd had the lumpectomy. But why? I wanted to know.
They saw a cyst. What! But not in the same area as the original cancer had been found. It's in a different area. And it was the discovery of a cyst that led to my original diagnosis so they wanted to be certain.
Okay, but what does that mean? The "what ifs" started going through my head again.
Now they needed to do an ultrasound and possibly aspirate the cyst. After waiting nearly three hours, can we get it done now?
They could but they couldn't get the referral needed from my primary physician. More waiting.
So I'm headed back today. I was on the phone first thing this morning pushing to get the referral. I've prayed. I've meditated. We'll see how it turns out.
No matter what, I'm walking with my family in the race for the cure on Sunday. The money that will be raised will make a difference. Hope I see you ont he parkway.
