It started with a lump of course. I discovered it myself and at first thought nothing of it. I am a buxom girl and lumpy bits can be par for the course! But after a few days and an increasing feeling of unease, I did begin to wonder. I chatted to someone I know who has had breast cancer and although I definitely decided to have it checked out I felt reasurred that cancer is almost always not painful and with my breast feeling very tender that seemed to be a good sign.
So a couple of weeks later I made an appointment at my GP. The doctor was lovely and again reasurred me that it was very probably a cyst, that it felt like a cyst and if she could she would just drain it there and then but had to refer me to the breast clinic anyway.
Two weeks later, off I trot to the breast clinic without a second thought. Last appointment of the day, an examination with the nurse and then I am having an ultrasound. Then the words biopsy and mamogram are mentioned and I say ‘whoah’! Yes that is exactly the word that passed from my lips. ‘I though I was here to have a cyst drained!’ and I am informed that it definitely is not a cyst but no mention of any other possibilities.
It is hard to remember what I was thinking at this point. Hindsight of course is a funny thing. Did I start to question my absolute certainty that there was nothing to worry about? The pain in my breast certainly had been worrying me and of course the discomfort of three biopsy ‘clicks’ is not the most pleasant of procedures. I do remember going home feeling a bit ‘shocked’. Trying my hardest to think positively but there is no doubt that going to the clinic with the expectation that I would be having a quick five minute procedure and then that all changing to a whole other thing in a heartbeat, well this did a funny thing to my brain and I returned home feeling slightly shell-shocked.
Then I got on with the rest of my week.