My birthday was yesterday. I turned 33. I celebrated all day with friends and coworker friends and calls with my family. It was a great day.
This morning I am 33 and one day and I had a biopsy done on my left breast.
A couple weeks ago I complained to a few people I had some severe pain in my left breast. It was around my period, so I didn't really think much of it, because if your boobs are gonna hurt, that would be the time, but then it really started to hurt. I couldn't put any pressure on it. I usually sleep on my tummy and I couldn't even do that. I had to lay on my right side.
Yesterday while I was in the shower, I happened to graze my left breast and felt a hard, protruding lump on the bottom half of my breast. I freaked out. I called my doctor. I made an appointment for today.
Each doctor that has seen me today (I've seen 4) can feel the lump. The first doctor I saw, my OBGYN, said it could be a cyst filled with liquid (bacteria). She attempted to extract liquid from it by poking me with a needle and couldn't draw anything. She sent me to a breast surgeon 3 floors up. I waited an hour and 45 minutes for the breast surgeon to fit me in and see me, until finally a PA (physicians assistant) appeared and told me we had to do a sonogram. The sonogram had lots of dark spots and shadows and it was confirmed I had no fluid filled masses. The breast surgeon finally came in and asked to do a biopsy. Fives samples were taken from my left breast. I will know in 3 - 5 days if I have cancer or don't have cancer. 50% chance cancer. 50% chance not cancer.
I am back at work now and decided to tell my boss (also a friend) what was going on.
That's when I broke down. I am trying not to freak out but this whole experience is not pleasant. The waiting and the worrying. My boss reminded me I have people who love me and I live in a first world country where we have some pretty smarty pants doctors if anything is wrong.
This alleviates my fears, at least for a little bit.
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