Anniversary
Today is the first anniversary of my mammogram. I was pretty stony faced. Nine months before my sister had died from breast cancer and I was resentful of the inefficiency at the front desk, the pink p...
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The first anniversary is a double edged sword. It's good in one respect because the "active treatment" is over and not so great as everything is still so raw. It's only just happened and you haven't had much breathing room yet and things are still really quite sore, well too sore to be squished up in a machine. I still had a massive seroma and thought the thing would pop!
The scared, confused emotions are still very close to the surface and your brain is going "did they really get it all" Well at least mine was. I went through the drill mammo, U/S MRI, like a zombie, as stone cold as I could get it. Every twitch of the mammographers or radiologist face means something to you. What are they looking at, why is it taking so long, do they know something theyre not saying? You know what I mean.
I think the only one I spoke to that day was the woman doing the MRI who asked me if I realised I had one breast bigger than the other because she had trouble lining me up in the machine. I won't repeat what I said to her.
Then that massive sigh of relief when it's all done and good. Celebration time.
My second year scans were a little early and we all know what happened with that one. A big fat "we have no idea what that thing is, but I don't think we'll poke it at the moment"
The second surgery anniversary (that's the one I count as my two years) was much better, more time has passed and you are stronger and able to control those fears more efficiently. Was I happy, absolutely.
The scared, confused emotions are still very close to the surface and your brain is going "did they really get it all" Well at least mine was. I went through the drill mammo, U/S MRI, like a zombie, as stone cold as I could get it. Every twitch of the mammographers or radiologist face means something to you. What are they looking at, why is it taking so long, do they know something theyre not saying? You know what I mean.
I think the only one I spoke to that day was the woman doing the MRI who asked me if I realised I had one breast bigger than the other because she had trouble lining me up in the machine. I won't repeat what I said to her.
Then that massive sigh of relief when it's all done and good. Celebration time.
My second year scans were a little early and we all know what happened with that one. A big fat "we have no idea what that thing is, but I don't think we'll poke it at the moment"
The second surgery anniversary (that's the one I count as my two years) was much better, more time has passed and you are stronger and able to control those fears more efficiently. Was I happy, absolutely.