Update

The doc decided basically to let me choose what I wanted to have done: 1) Leave the lovely lady lump alone, B) Have a core biopsy done in his office, at least to determine if it was cancerous, or 3) Just remove it - the lump, not the boob.

After asking for his opinion, and discussing the three options, Greg and I thought the biopsy would be the best way to go at this point. At least we could hopefully rule out our biggest concern without being too invasive. Also, it was better than just leaving it and wondering if there was even a possiblity of cancer.

The procedure wasn't too bad. The worst part was numbing the boobie and because mine are so ginormous, it took a few injections of lidocane to do the trick. At one point, I think I yelped because when he stuck the instrument in, he hadn't numbed me down far enough. So, I received more numbing medicine. It was a really weird feeling not to have feeling in my "woobie" as my friend, Tami calls them. I kept my eyes tightly shut the entire time for fear of catching a glimpse of the huge needle thing they entered the room holding. They took 3 samples with a vacuum-type instrument and I was done. Now, I just wait until Monday or Tuesday for the results. I'm not too worried, since the Doc didn't seem to think it was cancerous. He said these types of lumps, excuse me, tumors, are pretty common in women my age.

As you can imagine, I milked this (no pun intended) for all it was worth - "Greg, I need the new People magazine... my lump wants it". Or, "You know, my lump is really hungry for Logan's for lunch...". Tee Hee... I'm bad.

It's all thanks to the prayers from my peeps out there that I am able to joke about this procedure today. I'm very fortunate that the doctor doesn't seem worried and that I didn't have to get nasty and demand a biopsy. He said he really just wanted to put my mind at ease. It sure is nice to have a doctor who cares about how their patients feel. In fact, through the entire procedure, he was excellent. "Does this hurt?" "You doing ok?" etc... Considering what it was, it couldn't have gone better.

Where I've been

So, I've really been debating on blogging about this. But, I'm going to. I think I'll feel better.

A couple of weeks ago, I noticed a lump in my breast while showering. Wasn't even doing an exam, I was just washing. I didn't really think much of it because I've had lumps before, but they've been nothing - just temporary lumps that the doctor said would go away. This one felt a little different. So, I decided to get it checked out.

On Tuesday at 1:30, I had an ultrasound. The ultrasound tech told me that my doctor wouldn't have results until Thursday or Friday. When I got home from work Tuesday night, there was a message at 3:30 from my doctor's office. Wednesday morning I called and the nurse advised they wanted me to have a biopsy. They scheduled my appointment for today at 12:30.

When I called the surgeon's office to verify some admin stuff, they advised me that this was just a consultation. So, no biopsy today, just an exam from him and his suggestion on how to move forward. I think no matter what he says today, I'm going to request the biopsy. I don't really want to wonder about this foreign thing growing in my body.

So, how am I dealing with all of this? Honestly, I'm worried. I am a mother now. I don't want to borrow trouble, but I can't lie... I have had those fearful thoughts about this being cancer. I have thought, "oh my gosh, what would I do?" But, I'm really trying to remember, especially at my age, cancer is pretty uncommon. Something like 80% of biopsies come back cancer-free. I've got peeps praying right now... that's really all we can do.

So, today, I'll meet with the surgeon and find out what he wants to do. No matter what, I'm having that biopsy. (um, well, if he'll do it for me)