Today I'm going to play along with Maxabella and share something rather personal, it's not something I normally use this blog for but it's going to explain my bloggy absence or rather lack of regular blog posts over the past month.
It got to the point that sometimes it would keep me awake a night so off to my local GP I went. He recommended an ultrasound, yay, I thought this will sort it out once and for all. I rock up to the clinic on the morning of the ultrasound only to find that someone had taken upon themselves to clean my car and had accidentally thrown out my referral! What a f---- shamozzel this morning turned out to be. I desperately phoned my local GP and begged for another to be faxed through, they weren't impressed and made me wait for hours before they sent it through.
The initial ultrasound found a lesion which needed further investigation so the next step was to have mammograms and more ultrasounds performed in Tamworth. Well they squished my tits flat like pancakes in this direction and that direction, rubbed cold gel and that ultrasound thing hard, really hard to try and see what it was.
After a week or so of waiting I was then asked by the specialist to get a biopsy done. Ok not a problem I can handle this how bad can it be? Let me tell you it wasn't the three core biopsy's they took that was bad it was the anaesthetic........OMG that stuff hurts, especially in a big squishy boob.
Fast forward another week and the results are back and I'm now visiting my specialist to find out what happens next. He babbled off something but in laymen terms it was benign.........but! But what! He wasn't happy with that result, thinking that the biopsy may have missed the mark, it only has to miss the lesion by 1mm and you have a different result. He didn't feel that the results matched what he was looking at on the scans!
So a bit over a week ago nice and early Mark and I headed off to Tamworth so I could have it removed. First thing I had to do was have a "hook wire" put in, it's almost the same as having a biopsy done except they put a fine wire in and leave it sticking out of your breast to show the surgeon exactly where the lesion is. Pleasant! I then travelled down to the private hospital to be admitted for surgery..........5 hours later!
I've got to say this was the easiest bit! because after hopping on that bed and being wheeled in to meet the anaesthetist I don't remember a thing! Next thing I know I was in recovery with Mark having a cup of tea, high as a kite!
So I'm now sporting a 5cm incision across my booby, internal stitches and one hell of a bruise which has now turned a dirty shade of yellow..........and a one week wait for the results!
So here's what I'm so so grateful for.......
- The results came back as benign........I just have lumpy tits.
- My gorgeous husband......who was with me every step of the way and didn't leave my side.
- My kids.......who kept me busy during those weeks of waiting.
- My family and friends.....who kept checking up on me to make sure I was ok.
It's obvious Ryan didn't want his picture taken, but I still love it.
So the moral of the story is........don't ignore your own health just because life is too busy, it might be that you just have lumpy tits, but it may be something more serious. Either way your own health should be a priority because if you aren't taking care of yourself......how can you care for your family?
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