For those of you who keep up with my posts/blog, you know I'm an advocate for healthcare, health awareness, and health maintenance. My reasons for being aware are long standing as I've seen too many people compromise their health for the stupidest of reasons. I'm the kind of person who listens to her body and if a symptom goes on for a little too long, I'd rather spend the time and money for the copay to find out the test result is negative rather than ignore it.
Last year, in late May, my uterus was acting a little too stank for my liking and popping 800mgs of Rx ibuprophen like M&Ms was no longer beneficial or a good idea; so I called my GYN for an appointment. He moved practices, but he is the most fantastic doctor ever and I knew making the haul to his new office would be worth it to me. He didn't have my old chart, but recalled my last visit without missing a beat and proceeded to examine me and make some suggestions on how to deal with the issue. Seeing as I was there, he considered that my annual (though it wasn't due until October) and suggested I get a baseline mamogram seeing as I was turning 40 in the fall. I did as he ordered and schedule the mamo.
June 8th, I got my breasts pressed and unusually conformed into the machine and went on about my business. A few days later, I received a call saying I'd need to come back because they saw something that didn't seem right.
June 15th, I returned and went through the procedure again and they again saw what was on the first one. The next thing I know is I'm being scooted into a room to get an ultrasound of my right breast. The radiologist was not comfortable in making a determination and scheduled me for a biopsy.
That's where the "fun" began....stay tuned for updates...