Not what I thought it would be…

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So I thought I’d be posting about midwife stuff.

Instead, I’m bawling into a wad of Kleenex after the second of what’s going to be a whole series of breast biopsies. Not that this is anything new. I’ve had cysts aspirated and densities sampled, and ultrasounds and mammograms–all in excess of the usual surveillance undertaken by good girls. Hey, I’m in the business. I don’t believe in the talismanic properties of medical tests, but I do them anyway.

This time seems different. Had the mammogram and got called back for more. Nothing unusual about that; it happens every time. I don’t even bring my husband these days. Then I was told I needed a fine needle aspiration. Still not alarming. But it must not be too fine a needle, as the radiologist left behind a titanium marker shaped like the stupid pink breast cancer bow. I didn’t get a vote, he just showed me the pictures and there it was: bow marks the spot.

Sitting with a cold pack on biopsy site. You can see how upset my dog, Buddy, is. There are angels among us, I tell you.

Sitting with a cold pack on biopsy site. You can see how upset my dog, Buddy, is. There are angels among us, I tell you.

Only it didn’t. Missed it by an inch. The Area Of Interest is deep, so I get invited to do a stereotactic biopsy. This one’s like being in a weird sex film–I’m face down, utterly helpless, boob dangling though a hole with people I can’t see sticking needles in it. And my husband’s in the next room (ok, I chickened out and brought him this time). There’s nobody to hold my hand. The technologist presses on my back, but I get the feeling it’s more about keeping me still than for comfort. It’s embarrassing because because I can’t breathe when I’m on my stomach. I’m snuffling and snorting, trying to keep the table dry, and they think I’m losing it–which I mostly only do in private.

So this time the marker’s in the right place. I don’t notice if it’s shaped like a bow or a bunny or what, because I’m riveted to the screen. Dunno why we bother with mammograms when there’s this kind of imaging. It clearly shows a mass. Not the “density” they’ve been whispering about, but a real mass. The radiologist calls it “very concerning.” It has spiky edges. The crablike kind that gives cancer its name.

Nobody says cancer yet (and if they keep not saying cancer I’m gonna be really embarrassed about this meltdown), but they want me back for another stereotactic hoo-haw the day after tomorrow. This time to sample smaller bright spots around the big spot. Everybody’s being very kind, very attentive, very professional. And I’d sooner stick my head in a toilet than step through their doors again. But guess what? I’ll be there Thursday morning, bright and early. Leaving the bells at home.

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About An UnCool Midwife

I'm a midwife who's been up all night for most of the last 30 years. Before that, I was editor of a small town newspaper. I left that job swearing I'd never face another 3 am deadline. Now I’m thinking what I really needed was a good night’s sleep. (And they say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over, expecting a different result.) But I miss writing, so I’ve decided to launch a blog to record some of the brain activity that occurs between naps. I’m a little worried about exposing my tender underbelly to the pointy public, but have decided to dive in and see how we all get along. Unexpectedly, this blog has become an outlet for thoughts & feelings that occur with my new diagnosis of breast cancer and its ongoing treatment.

2 responses »

  1. So sorry Kay , this is such a scary thing to have to go through …..positive thoughts and prayers going your way . that is so true , why do we waste time and money om mamo’s that do not have the clarity of the better imaging . than we have to hope a “good ” radiologist can spot something at it’s early stages humphh . money it why . why does a GI doc say see ya in 5 years after they remove precancerous polyps for the 3rd time when you have colon cancer in your family ? crazy how things work.. we can just keep doing what were doing to fight off this evil we call cancer.. love ya Kay

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