I would have liked to continue with the last post, but am not sure how to do this blogging, so had to start a new post.
Anyhow, on July 13 I had a mammogram and an ultrasound. The technician took forever and kept circling her mouse over my boob and I thought at that moment "hmmm, doesn't appear to be a promising sign". So, after about 10 minutes of circling, she said she had to go check something and left the room. "Great", I thought. She was gone at least 5 minutes and came back, told me to get dressed and wait in the waiting room. Another technician wanted to see me. When the other technician came to get me and I followed her back to her office, I knew I had breast cancer. She told me they found a mass and that I'd need a biopsy done.
On July 30, I had a biopsy done at the women's health centre clinic at the Civic hospital. There were 2 technicians doing the biopsy, one being a doctor. She took 5 samples times 2 needles a sample for a total of 10 needles to my right boob at "11 o'clock" (location on my boob, not the actual time). Ouch!
I asked her if it was cancer, thinking she wouldn't give her thoughts on this until the results came back. She said she was sure it was cancer. I was surprisingly ok with this. I only cried when I told her I couldn't die because I needed to be around for my daughter Michelle. She said it was treatable. She was very nice.
On August 11, my family doctor called to confirm that, indeed, I had breast cancer. I already knew it, so was pretty cool with the findings. I wasn't happy about it, but again, surprisingly calm.
I'm going to take a wee break and be back later...............