Felt like a prize Idiot.
Today has been an interesting day I never want again. I had my first mammogram and ultrasound today 11 months post diagnosis, lumpectomy, no spread, chemo and radiotherapy. Later I picked up my 2 envelopes and sat in the car and read my mamm and ultrasound results. The mammogram was very pleasing. Then I read the ultrasound and FREEEEEEAKED out. There was a word in it that I knew was NOT good, and the end result suggested I get a biopsy. I rang my surgeon for an earlier appt as I have one a month away, but no go. I rang the BCNA helpline and although they dont offer medical advice she suggested I ring back to my surgeons reception and explain WHY I wanted to come in earlier. The surgeons receptionist assured me that when the results were read and if I needed to be dealt with earlier I would be called in. Whilst I was Dr Googling all of the medical terms in the ultrasound report I thought I would get my original report and read it, because THAT word that I know, was mentioned, and its when I learnt its meaning. I have mammograms going back over 10 years but I couldnt find my last years mammogram and ultrasound that started this whole BC thing. I hunted high and low. Then Gren rings up on his break so all I could do was blubber down the phone. I decided to go to my GP and see if he could decipher my ultrasound report. I asked for an elderly doctor and the receptionist laughed. I did get the only senior one there and he was sooooooo nice. Anyway he reads my mammogram report and asks what was bothering me (cus I'm having a bigger blubber by now, in fact I ve lost it). I read him the ultra sound bits I didnt like. He asked me when did I get the ultrasound done and I said today and he showed me at the top of the report , the date. It was SEPT 2017. Then it dawned on me. The 2 envelopes I picked up were one for today and the other was last years, for them to use as a comparison. I had been reading the original ultrasound report from last year. What I had today was contained in the one report ........... What a right royal twat I am .I reckon I can now officially say I have Brain Fog.............. END RESULT. NO SUSPICIOUS ABNORMALITY DEMONSTRATED. I never want to relive these last few hours. Worse than the diagnosis. I have picked myself up off the floor and am ready to WHOOP it up.
