Last year, in my original AOL journal, I was severely frightened by the discovery of lumps in my breasts. It started out quite routine. I went for my yearly pap, the nurse practioner was doing my breast exam which usually goes with a pap.
I noticed that while we were conversing for a time, she was palpitating
one spot for a very unusually long time. Like so long we made it all
the way through 5 or 6 different topics. And this is in Mississippi
where we speak slower than the national average.
She said something like, "hmmmmmmmm hm, no, no I can't say as a like the feel of this."
I replied with, "no, I'm not liking it too much either." I meant the
continues poking and prodding, cuz I am a lumpee-bumpee person and
always have been. That's why I was not overly concerned about a lump
or two in the breastages.
Then there was a bunch of other talk and setting up of appts with consulting surgeons and such. Whoaaaaa. k.
So, during the manuel exam at the surgeon's office, he discovered a few
more suspicious lumps. I went for a mammogram and they found all sorts
of things to alert the doc about. During the ultrasound (I did not
know they do ultrasounds on breasts, but it makes sense, I just didn't
know, ya know?), we plotted (yes, I said PLOTTED) six major sacks.
Three in each breasts. And a multitude of pebble-like grit, the size
of um pebbles.
So Dr. Han Some consults with another Dr. They agree that in all
likelihood, these sacks are lumps, of the lumpee-bumpee kind. We'll
just keep an eye on em.
So we did. Six months later, I went back for another feel me up courtesy of Dr. Some. Now we are at a year.
Yesterday, I went in to have the mammogram. I was singing the Hokey
Pokey because it really is what it's all about. The nurse fit me in,
tucked here, pulled there, tilted this way, ok, move your CHIN up and
to the left (cough twice, no just kidding, threw that in to see if you
were paying attention).
She said that I was a real trooper. Holding up admirably well (shoulda
seen me when I was younger, I held up even better, perky even, ya might
say). And because she liked me so well, she tipped the proverbial
Cuz they really aren't spoda tell ya. Cuz that's the doc's job. But,
hey, I'm looooking gooood. Nosignificant changes from last year.
Still, I will keep my doc appt on the 23rd, when he squirts boob-lube
on me and using his wand.......oh, yeah, that's the ticket baby.