So, I’m not sure how many of you watch the TV show Parenthood, but I love it. The couple I identify with has 3 children (I do not) and one of them just went off to college. Again, not me, but the way the husband and wife work together as a team to tackle whatever is going on in their family reminds me of how lucky I am to have the same thing. Last episode, they got a puppy and on the same day the mom appears to be getting a mammogram. She waits in the office to get her results (it did not happen that way for me) and it appears to be bad news. I want to share with you the rest of my story.
I went to get my yearly exam as I posted before, and got bad news. There was a spot that concerned them, and they scheduled me for a re-check. It was not going to be for 2 more weeks, so I went to a different place on the morning of the first day of school. They still were not happy with the image, and did tell me that right there, so I had to make another appointment for a biopsy. I came to work a mess, but I had to pull it together. I made the appointment and had to wait another week.
Apparently, my husband was a mess too, but I didn’t realize that. He kept calm like usual and we faced it together. I did have a few morbid conversations with him, but they needed to be had. The morning of the procedure came and he drove me. It took much longer than I expected and I didn’t realize we were carving a turkey. If you have not had to have a biopsy, skip over this part. The lab tech got everything out and I thought there was a mistake. I looked over and asked if the thing that looked like a turkey carver was going into my boob. Yes, yes it was. Great. Just great. Anyway, they numb the area, and it was actually fine. Never look. I looked at the screen as they did it and this wonderful lady came in and patted my leg the whole time…no, she was not some random lady. She was the patient coordinator, but it made me feel better.
The doctor was pretty funny and I found out that I actually have fibrocystic breast condition. After waiting for the entire weekend, and then missing the call last week, I finally found out on Thursday that everything was fine. I had a wonderful day Friday and my husband sent me flowers. I went out with a friend for her birthday and celebrated. I felt relieved. I am telling you all this because if you have a special lady in your life (mom, sister, friend, whoever), encourage them to get checked each year. Go with them if necessary…and if you are reading this, yes, I’ll go with you. All you have to do is ask.
“Be that strong girl that everyone knew would make it through the worst, be that fearless girl, the one who would dare to do anything, be that independent girl who didn’t need a man; be that girl who never backed down.” ~Taylor Swift