You see, the problem is I am a closet hypochondriac. Here’s a great example. I was 14 weeks pregnant with my first son and did not know becuase I had convinced myself I had Colon Cancer. Yea. (Actually, the symptoms are pretty similar. Kinda) So, when something goes wrong in my body, I try and ignore it in hopes that I am imagining it and it will go away.
This seldom works. Luckily, My doctor is an awesome guy who is more than willing to deal with my issues. Except this time my issues were not in my head. He found the lump in my breast in under two seconds - which is pretty good seeing as his search area was a full sized C cup and I had neglected to get a grid pattern tattooed on beforhand.
He is confidant that it is a cyst becuase my breast’s are fiborocystic (sp?) in the first place, but he is not willing to take the chance that it is just a cyst and has made an appointment for me to have an ultrasound done on my breast. The appointment is 10:15, Valentines Day.
I think it is rather odd that my two appointments - both concerning cancer- bracket the anniversary of my mothers death from cancer.
I am going to try and convince the ultrasound technition to print out a picture of my boob baby for me to take home. The hubs thinks it is unlikely she will do it, but I figure it can’t hurt to try.
What do you think of the name Bekah?
∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 02.12.2008
∗ DocToc, I'm a big baby, ewwwww, fear
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