In Which I Get Poked (And Not in a Good Way)
I called for an appointment for my biopsy, and it was scheduled for November 1st. At this point, there were two people I'd told about what was going on--my husband and my best friend. There was no way I was going to all these appointments alone.
Shout out to my husband Matt, who has been my rock this entire time.
We show up to the surgeon's office for the biopsy. He pulls out the ultrasound machine, gives me a shot of novocaine or something similar for numbing and he gets to work. The mass is in my left breast, and the doctor was on the left side. I was on the table in the middle and my husband was on the right. He couldn't really see a lot, which is good, because he sometimes doesn't handle procedures well on people he cares about. (Aww, honey, it's okay!) I didn't feel the incision, but I could feel the blood from it just kinda run down my left side (YIKES. WEIRD). I felt some movement, but no pain (thank goodness) and the whole thing took just a few minutes.
They put on a butterfly bandage instead of a suture, cleaned me up a bit and I got dressed and we set up the follow up appointment for a week later. In the meantime, I was counting down the days until I got the results in--spoiler, they didn't come in until the morning of my follow-up.
And I wouldn't be writing these posts if everything was okay.
Shout out to my husband Matt, who has been my rock this entire time.
We show up to the surgeon's office for the biopsy. He pulls out the ultrasound machine, gives me a shot of novocaine or something similar for numbing and he gets to work. The mass is in my left breast, and the doctor was on the left side. I was on the table in the middle and my husband was on the right. He couldn't really see a lot, which is good, because he sometimes doesn't handle procedures well on people he cares about. (Aww, honey, it's okay!) I didn't feel the incision, but I could feel the blood from it just kinda run down my left side (YIKES. WEIRD). I felt some movement, but no pain (thank goodness) and the whole thing took just a few minutes.
They put on a butterfly bandage instead of a suture, cleaned me up a bit and I got dressed and we set up the follow up appointment for a week later. In the meantime, I was counting down the days until I got the results in--spoiler, they didn't come in until the morning of my follow-up.
And I wouldn't be writing these posts if everything was okay.
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