Friday, 15 May 2009
I do have a bad habit of making jokes when I am nervous or worried about something….its a sort of nervous energy I guess.
So I had my breast appointment yesterday, and maybe joking to my husband about the fact that three men and one woman felt my breasts…and, if I’m not mistaken, then saying something along the lines of ‘not bad for one day...’ yep, maybe not the best idea!!! He now thinks I'm trivialising it, I think that's the way to go!!!
Well, it was that or say that I was scared shitless, because the first guy, had a feel and looked deep in thought for a moment, and said he had to call his consultant in…then the consultant had a feel and said he wanted to speak to a colleague, and I had to make a choice to either be worried or think that my breasts were so phenomenal, that they thought everyone should have a look!!!!
So I’m going with the phenomenal breast theory!!!
I went of for the scan let the lady squish me into the most uncomfortable contraption known to man….the dreaded mammogram, then I got to go back for the doctor to examine me again.
I don’t think, even in the earliest days of Dave and I dating has my bra been on and off so often…
So now it’s a waiting game (not easy for possibly the least patient person in England), yes the lump is there, yes probably the lump is too hard to be a cyst, but I’m just going to presume its benign…otherwise I may just tip over the edge from mildly hysterical to totally losing the plot!!!
The doctors, nurses and the clinic in general was actually really friendly, and everyone was as gentle as they could be, I have a ton of leaflets and the numbers of support groups…
I shall keep you posted!!!