This is a quick post for all women and all men who care about their women.
One of the “wait” times I mentioned in post #31 was inside the new 16-story Evelyn H. Lauder Breast Cancer Center (associated with Sloan-Kettering in New York City) which opened last September (2009). I was there on Tuesday this week, just for a routine mammogram (which, by the way, was more than a year overdue).
The rest of this is going to sound familiar to a lot of you. After the first series of films was taken, and after I waited while the radiologist took a look at the pictures, I was called back into the xray room for a second round of smashing. I’ve had that second round before, so I was okay at that point, although the waiting after Round 2 was a little more nerve-racking.
Then I was called back in for a sonogram–something I’d never had to undergo before–and I started feeling a little bit nervous. But when I was told by the radiologist that she wants to do a biopsy on Monday … well, I’m sure you can guess how I was feeling.
The chance of this being nothing is equal to the chance of this being something. But whatever is in there is extremely small. So if we have a problem, the discovery is early.
I will post about Monday’s biopsy on Tuesday, which should be interesting since the technology, ambience, and caring nature of all the people who work in this new center are absolutely unbelievable. The worst part will be the next waiting period because several days will follow before I learn the biopsy results. I’ll let you know about that too.
There are several reasons why I’m posting about this very personal situation:
- I first want to get the word out to as many people as possible about the importance of mammograms. The spot inside my left breast is so small that no one can feel it from the outside. And we should all be having our mammograms every year. I was a very bad girl when I let mine become overdue by so much time.
- I also want to make this point for those who might be fearful: Don’t put off going because you’re afraid of finding something wrong. The important point is that, with very few exceptions, just about anything they might find can be fixed or managed if discovered early. Am I frightened? You’d better believe it. But as I try not worry, I’m encouraged by the fact that the “thing” is itty-bitty small. “I almost went right by it,” the radiologist said to me.
- We’re all part of a huge group–women–who must deal with the issue of needing to monitor ourselves all the time. And we can garner great strength from each other. I have a friend in Indiana who’s going through chemo right now for breast cancer, and she’s sharing her experience with all of her friends on Facebook. I will share whatever happens to me (and I’m praying for a short story) on this blog.
One other point to make is that my busy schedule filled with my writing, editing, and plans for the rollout of Separation of Faith has been a blessing, keeping my mind too preoccupied to fret about something I can’t control.
Hopefully this post will be helpful to someone else out there.