Thank you all for your great and wonderful wishes. The biopsy went well this morning. It definitely wasn't what I expected and I am grateful Sam was able to come with me.
The aide first talks you through what is going to happen, which involves cleaning the breast in question, numbing it by inserting the anesthetic stuff with a needle, then guided with the ultrasound machine the doctor inserts a bigger "needle" to extract a sample. It sounds pretty easy and not much of a problem....doesn't it?
The washing went well. The local anesthetic wasn't so bad...a little prick, then a burning sensation. I counted all the way to 25 while he was inserting the anesthetic all the while imagining me swimming and doing flip turns. Think happy thoughts...go to your special place. Then the unexpected...the biopsy needle...hunking big needle! An opening needs to be made with a little knife so it can go in. (Think happy thoughts. Crap, I have gone through child birth I can handle this.) I feel the trickling of either the cleaning stuff or blood and I start shaking...hot and cold all through my body. Then the huge a$$ needle comes in. I felt like a freaking turkey being stuffed with the gravy baster. Sample one...get the gravy baster in, move it around and around and around...click, sample one taken...hurts. Doctor hits a blood vessel and blood just bursts out. Applies pressure...lots of pressure to stop the bleeding. So I am already sore from the poking and then add some pressure to my poor b00b and I am almost in tears.
Sample two...insert the biopsy needle again, move it around and around and around, count to three there it comes...click...hurts. Do you really need another one? The first one is not so good so a third sample would be good. Insert the "baster" this time at a different angle, this angle though didn't get much anesthetic so pain shoots through. Aaack! I tell the Doc so he decides that two samples are more than enough.
They show them to me and they look like little worms...white little worms.
Dressing was almost an impossible task for me. I can't handle blood at all. As the aide sent me to the bathroom to dress, I opened the door and there is a mirror, I look in the mirror and there I am with the front of my gown soaked with blood....my blood. I feel getting hot and cold from head to toe. I look around and everything just starts spinning. I feel weaker than I did the day I biked 78 miles. My legs start giving way and I flop down on the little bench in the bathroom. I breathe in and out...count to 10....imagine being back at home with the kids and I gain enough energy to get up open the door and call for Sam. Poor guy dresses me while I shake and babble about how I feel. I am such a wooz!!! Wooz!
Results will come next week sometime...in the mean time, I can sit down and hold my b00b and try to make it feel better. It feels like a truck tire went over it.
Again, thank you my dear friends for being there with me and for me. I appreciate your love and thoughts. Just a little while longer and we will know the results...the waiting is the worst part of it all.