The First and Only Mammogram

What a way to start my week...with a mammogram! Again, they asked me why I was here for my first mammogram, especially at the age of 36. Again, I explained it was due to a pulled muscle. I got another little she-must-be-crazy looks.

I put on my little robe, sat in the waiting room, and waited for my name to be called. I will not lie, I was scared to death! The Tech didn't really want to exchange pleasantries. She was all business. Probably because she has seen a million boobs since the beginning of October...remember it's Breast Cancer Awareness Month....I was hearing this EVERYWHERE!

Yes, the mammo was no fun, but I've been through worse. The Tech sent me out to the waiting room, and told me the Radiologist will review my films. I sat and waited and waited. It felt like FOREVER! Then my name was called. The Tech told me the doctor wanted another picture of my left breast...yes, the left one. Oh. Mercy. I'm now shaking. She takes another picture, a couple more pictures in fact. Then I'm told to get dressed and wait in the waiting area again.

I was dressed in about 30 seconds. I sat in the waiting room like I was told. Two Techs came out and informed me (with one of those head tilts) that the Radiologist wanted to talk with me. They escorted me to one of those special rooms I've only heard about. I knew this was not good.

The Radiologist came to the room...and yes, it felt like it took forever! He told me they found a few tiny, tiny spots in my left breast that looked suspicious. He didn't like the look of them, and wanted to have a biopsy done. He said about 70% of the biopsies are non-cancerous, which still didn't seem to make me feel better. And he also said that my pulled muscle had nothing to do with what they found. Of course, I was hoping and praying that I didn't have it, but deep down I knew it was cancer. The only thing that gave me any comfort was hearing the word "tiny." If I remember correctly, he even said "tiny" twice. I scheduled the biopsy for the next day.