On Monday (21 October, 2013) I underwent my second biopsy.
An irregular 11 millimetre lesion, predominantly hypoechoic, without well-defined margins. This lesion has suspicious appearances and further evaluation with biopsy is suggested.
I’ve been sitting on this since 13th September (2013) when I went for my scheduled check-up after Right Breast decided to get lumpy. The 14th September was the day we were due to leave for our road-trip around Victoria – accommodation booked and paid for, thank you, so I’m not bloody cancelling this trip! – so I put above mentioned lump to the back of my mind and set about enjoying our trip…
Until my GP rang me mid-trip, to discuss the results (bless her boots)… We were on our way to Fish Creek to visit a friend-of-a-friend and an organic chicken-egg farm. I’d promised myself I wasn’t going to dwell on the what if’s… after all, how much good did it do Chicken Little? But I found the thoughts creeping in… damn you, brain!
But back to the point at hand – biopsies.
The nurse who took me to the room was fantastic. She asked if I knew what was going on… To which I replied “Hypoechoic lesion, without well-defined margins, left breast.” At which point she gave me an odd look. I told her that I’m the type of person who needs to understand what is going on.
“Oh no,” she said, “You didn’t Google did you?
I had. The word hypoechoic. So she asked me to explain it in my words. And it turned out that what I’d read wasn’t exactly correct, and I thought I’d tapped in to a reliable source.
Lesson 1: don’t refer to Dr Google. He’s just going to scare the pants off you.
The doctor who performed the biopsy (the same doctor as the first time) is a wonderful man. He made idle chit-chat about the cafes in our little town, answered my questions and explained the procedure – I watched on the ultrasound screen again. Words of reassurance and a cheery goodbye and it was all over again.
Lesson 2: carry Panadol in your purse. You’re going to need it.
I’ll get my results on Monday (28 October 2013) when I go and visit my GP. The demon-thoughts in my brain have quieted a bit, but I’m going to be keeping myself busy with work and kids. Picking up my camera whenever my mind starts to drift toward unthinkable outcomes, and going out to make beautiful pictures of the world.
Lesson 3: let your partner come with you to get the results. They’re worried too.
So I’ll post again next week – once I have digested my results. And I’ll start another dialogue depending upon what they say…