I’m pretty sure that Twelve Days of Christmas song doesn’t include two mammograms, a CT scan and an ultrasound, but that’s what I’ve been doing this week, so my apologies for being away from the office and blog, and slow to respond. PS, this is NOT an upgrade from swans and dancers.
I wasn’t going to mention this at all, but I decided to because of the importance of screening early and often. Thankfully, the mass that was discovered is benign tissue. It was prominent enough that I could see it on the screen, which was kind of terrifying, but the follow-up scans showed that it didn’t have the kind of density that raises alarms.
I also learned a lot about bedside manner. I was put through a lot of anxiety for nothing, when my expectations could have been handled in a much calmer and more reasoned way. “You need to get this scan RIGHT NOW but we won’t tell you why,” immediately launches the adrenaline and makes a person panic. I really wish I’d been told, “Let’s go ahead and do this scan now, if you’ve got time today, so that we can rule out the big scary stuff and give you peace of mind.”
I guess I can amend the list of things I got for Hanukkah to include a really weird sticker with flowers on it, three “research-for-the-novel” type life experiences, appreciation for my supportive friends and loved ones, and one profound sense of relief. That IS an upgrade from swans and dancers.