I went to my annual physical on January 5th. I'd been putting it off a little bit because I'd gained some weight and wanted to lose it before I went for my exam. I was excited because I'd been working with a health coach with the Optavia program and doing well. So I finally followed up.
As part of the annual we did a breast exam. My general practitioner (GP), Lisa, found a couple of lumps, but said she wasn't really concerned about them. But she gave me the option to get an ultrasound to get them checked for peace of mind. My younger cousin recently went through breast cancer, and I knew I had a least one aunt that had dealt with breast cancer, so I said I'd rather be safe than sorry.
A couple of days later I called Utah Valley Hospital to schedule the ultrasound. They didn't have an order for the ultrasound so I let it go. I wasn't worried. It wasn't a big deal.
A couple of days later I got a call from Timpanogos Hospital. THEY had the order. It went to voicemail. I'll figure it out later. They called again. And one more time. Fine. I'll get it scheduled.
Doctors appointments are obnoxious, annoying, and inconvenient.
So I went in on February 2nd for the ultrasound. They're a teaching hospital, so they had a student with them for the exam. I work in education, so I love to see students in action. But very quickly the main tech took over. Left breast. 11 o'clock were where my GP had found the bumps. So they spent some time there and were circling around. And down. It was interesting to listen to them talk out loud. "Lots of stuff going on!" in a forced cheerful voice. Should I be nervous? I'm not nervous.
Let's get you scheduled for a mammogram. You're almost 40. Let's just do it, and get a better picture.
Okay. Still annoying. Mammogram on Friday, February 5th. I'm not nervous. Should I be nervous?
Mammograms really aren't that bad. Sure, pressure. And someone else touching my boobs. But really? Not that bad. Amy, the tech, was super amazing and friendly. Very chatty. She's also the one who helped me schedule after the ultrasound. At this point, we're probably BFF's. :) She has touched my boobs after all.
Mammogram results? Let's schedule a biopsy. Two, actually. Again, better safe than sorry. More appointments. Now I'm nervous.
Any day except February 11th! I've been in my new job (Director of my department, yay!) for less than a month. I have stuff to do! That's a busy day.
February 11th it is. Fine. I have to start telling people I need to move things around. My team. My coworker. I tell my coworker D because I'm supposed to guest lecture for his class on the 11th. He's been through the cancer rigamarole, so I drop that I'm doing a biopsy. He'll understand. Of course he does.
Biopsy sucks. The one was fine. But there was a SECOND biopsy. That one is deep and the numbing solution doesn't go all the way. I can feel the whole damn thing. Markers, Mammogram, done. Now it's time to wait. These biopsies are at 4 o'clock. These are not the spots my GP found. They're different. But the ultrasound tech was thorough. And concerned. So we do the biopsies. Would I have found these spots without the others? Probably not.
February 18th. Results. Cancer.