This year, I had to go back.
And it wasn't for nothing either. The tech showed me the 4 very small calcifications in my right breast.
I went right from the exam room and had to wait in an office. The radiologist breezed in and told me that she recommended a biopsy. She left just as quickly. An eternity later, another woman came in to describe the procedure and schedule it.
On October 19th I went in. I spent some very tense time with some wonderful nurses. Then I was taken to a room. I laid on a table and dangled my boob through a hole. I was lifted into the air. They took a pile of films to line up the needle.
In a few minutes, I was done. I was lowered back onto the ground. I went in for yet ANOTHER mammogram.
They taped me up, and I went home. To wait. And to think.
I decided then and there that I was weirdly OK if they wanted to do a mastectomy. I made mental plans about asking them to wait until after Disney. I made mental to do lists for the temp they'd have to hire to replace me. I mentally processed losing my hair to Chemo. The stress was incredible, and I couldn't exercise. or lift things. I drank a lot of wine...
Then on the 23rd I got a call. I was clear. No cancer.
For everyone that has had to go through Breast Cancer treatments: I feel for you.
Thankfully, I didn't have to do it myself.