WoW! These last 10 months have flown by!
Long story cut short, my biopsy was negative. But I must have a mammo every six months as a precaution.
The day of the biopsy arrived.
I arrived at the clinic Friday morning and tried to assume a measure of calm. As I was registering at the front desk, I felt a hand on my shoulder and then the hand gently squeezed my shoulder. I fully expected to turn around and see my BFF. Instead, smiling, with tears in her eyes, was my first BFF, maid of honor of my wedding and lifetime sister.
I squealed in delight and astonishment. We hugged for so many reasons but mostly it was for love.
It was so wonderful seeing her. So many years had passed since we had last seen each other, but it was like to time at all had passed between us. Before I could ask, she told me that my other BFF contacted her and told her about the abnormal mammo and pending biopsy and she just knew one of them should be with me and that I shouldn’t go through this alone. I am the luckiest girl in the world and I LOVE MY FRIENDS!
My friend’s presence made the trauma of the procedure so incredibly distant.
After the doctor cored me like an apple, snipped 6 specimens, tagged me like a seal with a marker so they can keep any eye on things, and wrap me with tape as if I were a Christmas present, my BFF and I went out to a delicious Italian dinner, with cocktails, laughs and giggles. It hurt my chest to laugh, but I was happy.
We left each other’s company and I promised to call with the results.
Tuesday morning, the clinic called that the biopsy was NEGATIVE!
I was utterly relieved that my biopsy was clear. It was a huge weight lifted off of my shoulders.
As promised, I called my 2 BFF’s and shared my wonderful news.
This past May I went for my first 6 month follow-up. During the physical examination, the doctor noted the scars on my breast. I had to explain that I had an allergic reaction to the tape they used to secure the dressing, along with the steri-strips from the biopsy. The adhesive burned and blistered my skin. A dermatologist injected some kind of a steroid to give me relief! It was awfully painful! So I explained to him that now have zero chance of ever posing in Playboy or Maxxim, due to the scarring. But on the bright side of things, my boobs may sag and drag, BUT they are healthy, they are mine and for this, I am grateful!