Yesterday I met with the surgeon. He was nice, was knowledgeable but the thing that really stood out was the fact that he had wonderfully warm hands. If some strange man is going let his fingers wander around private places on one's anatomy, those fingers might as well be warm.
He also looked at the films from the ultra scan and the mammogram and pointed out the characteristics of concern. And he said he believes it is cancer. I believe I have better things to do then have cancer . While his beliefs matter to me, mine (at least the one above) don't seem to matter to anyone at all.
Earlier today I went to Saint Agnes for a biopsy. I should hear the results by Monday. Watching the biopsy was fascinating. A nurse ran an ultrasound scanner while the Doctor first numbed the area and then took samples of the lump. The lump was a dark oval area and the surrounding tissue was gray. The needle was a bright white and the numbing medication shot in as a black spray. The biopsy needle was also white and when it took little bites of the lump it left white streaks. It was almost fun to watch.
It's time I took some Tylenol. My boob hurts.
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