WARNING: If you are one of the two men that read my blog, do not attempt to go any further today. Regular blogging will resume tomorrow. If you choose to continue, you do so at your own risk. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Today, I had my first mammogram. I figure I'd get that word out there in the open first thing, so if any men were tempted to read further, they will stop now. This post is not for the faint of heart. And especially if you have Asqooshaphobia (a fear of being sqooshed), you definitely won't want to read any further.
I'll back up: last week, I found a lump on my breast. I was mildly distressed, so I scheduled an appointment with my ob/gyn to see what they thought, totally thinking she would say it was nothing and not to worry. She wanted me to get a mammogram.
I had to wait a week, and I wasn't overly disturbed by it, but slightly. Then today was said mammogram. I've seen a lot of emails about mammograms, from it's like running over your boobs with the car to slamming the garage door down on them. I would smile and laugh, but didn't fully know what I was really laughing at, or if it was even remotely true.
Now I know. And let me tell you girls, I never knew they could quite go in that....position. I kept thinking of the pancakes I ate for breakfast that morning. So if you don't really mind someone grabbing them and pulling and prodding, pushing, move this arm here, arch your back, do a backbend while sticking your boob in this space now HOLD IT, HOLD IT, DON'T MOVE OR BREATHE while I smoosh it flat, then it will be no issue for you. ("This may hurt a little" she tells me.) AWKWARD to say the least. Not really so much about the fact that someone else is in there while all this is going on, as the positions that you must get in to get an accurate shot are .... yes, awkward.
So I get the mammogram, then an ultrasound, then the radiologist says he needs another trilinear bilateral echo (or whatever he said; I just made that up), so I'm getting a little worried. We go back for more pancakes, and then he comes in and says everything looks great for now. If it gets bigger or the pain persists, he wants me to come back and meet with the surgeon. (Not for surgery, just because he would know better what to look for.)
So, all in all, great relief!
And now I can laugh, knowing that all those emails are right on.
Halleluia!!
Posted by: MiMi | November 06, 2008 at 04:14 PM
And I know the only reason we have no pictures of said mammogram (and those awkward positions) is b/c your camera is broken, right? (ha ha ha :) I am glad that it all looks good and hope that it does not give you any more problems.
Posted by: Gina | November 06, 2008 at 05:28 PM
Thankful after everything that there's no concern!
Posted by: Renee | November 06, 2008 at 09:19 PM
Wow- so glad all is well!
Posted by: Desta | November 06, 2008 at 09:54 PM
I found a lump in my breast 2 days after Mack was born. It needed a biopsy, talk about stress! No pancakes though. You are hilarious! A certain man in my life, who will go nameless, had to have a mammogram. Can you imagine pancakes with no batter!
love you and so glad everything is okay.
Posted by: kimberly | November 09, 2008 at 08:31 AM
good girl for getting it checked out. Hopefully that is the end of it.
Posted by: ReNee | November 10, 2008 at 10:11 AM
glad you have that behind you... good for you for finding a way to make it a funny story :)
Seriously... your camera is still broken? Agh! Whatayagonnado?
Posted by: Christina | November 11, 2008 at 01:38 AM