Okay, I started writing this post BEFORE the stroke, back when I first discovered a lump in my breast and had to go get a mammogram. Hrm. It wasn’t that too long ago–just a few weeks before my stroke. At the time, I thought it would be helpful to post something about my mammogram so that I could enlighten people who haven’t had one. I’ve decided to go ahead and post it anyway! Here goes:
Every six hours I have to take an antibiotic. That, plus the occasional shooting pains remind me of the stupid lump I have in my breast.
But before they discovered all that, I had to go get a mammogram and an ultrasound.
I was cringing at the thought of having my boob squished during the mammogram. But it wasn’t all that bad. The weirdest part was standing there with my top off and having my boob manhandled by a nurse. By that point, my boob had been touched by at least 3 people that day, so I wasn’t too freaked out (my boob would be examined by a total of 5 people by end of day).
I fully expected my boob to be screaming with pain as it was pressed between two large plastic blocks–but it didn’t hurt that much at all. It was a bit uncomfortable, but that was it. Not painful, at least in my opinion.
The weirdest part is waiting in a waiting room with all these other women also in hospital gowns waiting for THEIR mammograms. The second weirdest part is stripping down to your waist in the mammogram room. The third weirdest is having your boob “manhandled by a nurse.” Okay, maybe the third weirdest thing is the #1 weirdest thing.
Between each set and press, the nurse steps behind a screen and clicks a button or something that takes a picture. Then she runs that over to the doctor. That’s it. If you’re up for a mammogram, you should have one for sure. It’s not that big a deal and it can save your life. In my case, the mammogram showed that I had a major lump but that it was likely a breast infection.
The ultrasound was much more chill after all that. They put the goop (they were so considerate to warm it up) on your boob and then they take the little scanner thing and run it over your skin, just like they do on TV for pregnant ladies. Nowhere near as bad as a vaginal ultrasound where you feel like a human lollipop. It’s all external, so no biggie.