Remind me to never ever have another test on Thursday. The results come back in two days or the next business day which happens to be Monday not Saturday.
I told myself I was fine. The test itself was stressful, but not painful. The ace bandage binding stayed on for two days to keep the swelling at a minimum and to hold the ice packs in place. The waterproof patch came off in my third shower. My breast ached where the clamp was tightened.
To my surprise I didn’t get black and blue, just a mustard yellow blotch.
I denied being anxious, but I slept ten hours that night, napped and slept another ten hours the following night. Fatigue is how I respond to worry.
Then last night I tossed and turned.
My blog received a bunch of encouraging comments with hugs and prayers I could feel across the cyberspace. Thanks again to all of you.
Today I’m waiting. I wish they’d call in the morning. Six AM would have been acceptable.
I decided to tell you how I’m feeling in the interim.
Finally at 3:30 I called the radiology department and got a voice message, then again at 4:00 PM. No one returned my call and I figured ‘no news is good news.’
Today is Tuesday and they called when I walked into the store this morning.
The girl was so nice, calm voice and attitude. The cells were not cancerous. My heart flipped before she added —but—
The surrounding cells are atypical. I’ll be referred to a breast surgeon since the treatment recommended is removal. If it turns out to be wider spread, maybe a mastectomy.
So my journey continues.
I have an appointment with a breast surgeon in ten days. I am nauseous with anxiety.
Let me rephrase that. I am anxious, but not panicked. I have had so many friends offer their prayers and support I know I’m not alone. And I appreciate each and every one of you.
I can also add that I am not agonizing over the possibility of losing a breast. If it’s necessary then so be it.
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