I didn’t get much done this week. I have a few photos from the great time Wendy and I spent with the ladies on Sunday doing our CLMQG Clutch Demo….
But most of my week was consumed with Boobs, Breasts, Honkers, Knockers, Jugs, and Tatas. And yes, I’ve even heard them called Scooby Snacks.
We’re all ladies and it’s Breast Cancer Awareness month so listen up…go get your mammogram! Start as soon as they suggest, at 40. They need a base point. A point of reference. Something to compare your future mammograms too.
Last week, I had my first mammogram. I’d been putting this off for a while, but nothing like an unexpected “bump” in your breast to put the fear of Jesus in you.
I woke up last Thursday with a sore spot and a lump in my left breast. I made a doctors appointment that morning because I can’t stand the worry. I’d rather know than not know, even if it meant bad news.
The thoughts that go through your mind while your waiting to be pressed and prodded…and then waiting some more. What if I have breast cancer.. Will I be strong enough? Will my Babe still find me attractive? What if I’ve waited too long for this mammogram…what if it’s bad, really bad?
I had two separate mammograms (because I had no base point, no comparisons) and was then sent to ultrasound.
The mammogram was a total pain in the boob. I didn’t even know my boobs could go that flat and if they weren’t sore now they were sure gonna be after this! Why do girls have to go through all of this torture? They don’t put men’s junk in a vise grip and take pics do they?
They found that my breasts were riddled with cysts, that can flare up with hormones. We hoped them to be fluid filled, but just to make sure, we made an appointment to aspirate. This would not only alleviate the pain I was having, but alleviate my fears of it being something worse.
So, on Tuesday morning, Babe drove me to my appointment. They numb the area with a long needle and lidocaine. A tiny pinch and a burning sensation. Then another needle was inserted to drain the cyst. If it collapses, we do the happy dance. If it doesn’t and the fluid can’t be extracted, then I’ll need a biopsy, which is done right then since you’re already numbed and prepped. But that means more waiting, and uncertainty, and not to mention, a foreign object implanted in the spot that looks eerily similar to the alien tracking device I remember from the ‘X-Files’.
Luckily for me, my cyst drained and collapsed! I win! I feel blessed. I can breathe. I’ll be able to actually sleep tonight.
I love my Scooby Snacks and I don’t want them going anywhere, anytime soon. I have a new appreciation for this cause. For getting regular check ups. For all the ladies, friends, mothers, & sisters who have fought this battle. I’m scared straight y’all! You can damn sure bet I’ll be getting my mammogram every year now.
Now it’s your turn!