Two weeks ago I went for my annual mammogram. For what ever the reason, I just had a feeling that something wasn’t right. I hadn’t felt a lump or anything, just a feeling. I left the radiology group glad the testing was over, but I had a nagging feeling that I was going to be called back.
Sure enough, last week my doctor called and told me that the mammogram I had was inconclusive and I would have to go back and have it repeated. The appointment was scheduled for today. I had a whole week to wait and wonder what the results might be. Of course you always think the worst.
Having had a very good friend of mine diagnosed last year with breast cancer and seeing all she had gone through to get to where she is today (which is an extremely good outcome!) I couldn’t help but worry.
I have been diabetic now for over forty years and dealing with that is a full time job. I have been very fortunate with my health thus far, with no complications. However, adding something like cancer to the mix might be a little tricky.
I say my prayers every night, I usually pray for my family and other people who I know need some help, but I had to ask for God’s help with this one. I just needed him to get me through the week leading up to my test today. I prayed that the test would prove to be negative so that I would be able to still do the things I do today with my grandkids. I wanted to make sure I would be able to travel to see my grandkids whom live out-of-state and I wanted to be healthy when our new grandson is born in June. You know, all the crazy things that run through your mind.
When I walked in and the technician told me that they needed to get a better picture, so she was using a smaller paddle for this test. She took a few pictures then said I could have a seat in the waiting area while she brought the pictures to the radiologist for review. A short while later she came back and said I didn’t need any further mammogram pictures, but I needed an ultrasound. The nerves really kicked up a notch. My husband was out in the main waiting room and of course had no idea what was going on.
The ultrasound technician came and got me. She took more pictures and said she would take them to show the radiologist and she would come in to talk to me. I prayed really hard at that point.
The technician came back with the radiologist as promised. She was very sweet and told me that the reason they brought me back was because they thought they saw a nodule. She said what she saw is a small cyst and I had nothing to worry about. Be sure to come back for your exam next year! I was so happy at that moment and grateful for her explanation. I thanked her and God for answering my prayers!
My husband could see my smile when I walked into the waiting area where he sat. He knew I was okay and was relieved when I told him what the radiologist had said. I let my Mom and my kids all know so they didn’t have to worry any longer.
I know that these tests are scary, but I know how important they are. I guess I am sharing this so if there is anyone out there who is putting off going for their mammography…don’t put it off. It’s better to know then not knowing.
Next appointment…scheduling my colonoscopy! Yippee!