I had my first mammogram today. It wasn’t all that unpleasant. I don’t know why,but for some reason,I really dressed for the occasion. Not that putting on a nice outfit would sway the results in any way,but it just felt right (at least for the brief time until I had to take my clothes off and put on a very unflattering hospital gown.) “Make sure it’s opens in the front”the nurse said.
What am I,an amateur? Of course I know to have it open in the front!
I wasn’t disappointed. Her hands were warm. The technician guided me into the room and was very sweet and talkative. I didn’t catch her name,which is a shame since I like to be able to recall the names of all the people who grope me. Grope me? More like mauled me. She and that dreadful machine.
Ms. Warm Hands had me stand before the machine while she prepared the film and made some adjustments. Then I gracefully unveiled my offending orb and placed her delicately on the shelf of the x-ray machine. Ms. Warm hands pushed me further into the machine (hey! No rough housing!) and then placed her hand on my boob to hold it in place while she mercilessly lowered the top panel. Then she gave it a few sadistic hand cranks for good measure and told me to “hold still”. Where else was I going to go? She had my tit trapped in a vise grip. I felt as helpless as an animal caught in a trap,although chewing it off wasn’t an option at that point.
After I was finished with the mammogram machine,I was guided into another room to have a proper ultrasound performed. A new technician squirted some lubricant on my breast and began to move the wand back and forth. It kind of tickled.
When that was done,I wiped the excess goo off of my chest and stepped back into my nice clothes. What a waste of a good outfit.
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Doctor’s mistake can delay detection of Breast Cancer
One month ago the Mam clinic called to notify me that it was time for my yearly mammogram. they asked if there were any problems. I said I felt a small hard lump on my left breast. They said I would have to see my doctor (who was on vacation) before they would schedule the mam as I could possibly need a diagnostic mam. So I waited another week since my insurance provider told me I had to see my primary care physician for this. After seeing my doctor,she sent me for the diagnostic mam,and then I was sent back to my doctor who said I needed an ultrasound. After that 2 days later they sent me for a needle core biopsy. A week went by and I was sent to the surgeon. I assumed I was just going for a consult about firbrosity as my doctor had indicated when I first saw her. When I arrived at the surgeon’s office,I went in to the room and told my husband to wait in the waiting room. The surgeon came in the room and the nurse left the room quickly returning with my husband. I had not been told I had breast cancer by my doctor who was now on 1 month leave. As soon as I saw my humband come in the room,I knew it was not good. The surgeon just came right out with it. I was shocked. I returned 4 days later to have the surgery. The cancer had broken through the lump and into my lymph nodes. Three weeks have passed,and I start chemotherapy next week for 6 months to be followed by radiation. I am so overwheled with sadness and can’t come to grips with this. My mother,father,sister,and younger brother all had cancer and chemo and all died shortly after. My father and brother died toward the end of their chemo treatments. I am so scared and don’t want to go through this torture. I can’t see the outsome as being good. I know that people survive,but I would miss my husband,sons,and grandsons more that I can say. My heart seems unmeandable,and I just can’t stop crying.
Susan,I am so sorry you are going through this. I can not imagine the burden that you bear. (((((((Susan)))))))