Through the years I’ve had mammograms and like most women grumbled when there was pressure applied to the breasts to take the necessary pictures.  In each instance, thankfully, everything looked normal.  After my annual wellness exam, I scheduled my mammogram on August 28th of this year.  Imagine my surprise when on September 10th my PCP called saying my mammogram looked suspicious and they wanted another set of mammograms as well as an ultrasound.  I called and scheduled an appointment September 22nd.

After a series of mammogram films, I was brought into the Ultrasound Room.  I guess I started thinking something might be wrong when the Ultrasound Tech spent about forty-five minutes on my right breast.  She kept reassuring me saying my tissue was dense and just needed more time to capture the images.  At last the ultrasound was done and the tech told me I could dress and she would send my husband in if I wished since I needed to speak with the radiologist.

My husband came into the room and a few minutes later the radiologist entered.  Compassionate, she shared with me that there were some masses in my right breast that looked suspicious and I needed to have four biopsies on my right breast.

I was in shock!  Until now the worst illness I faced was bronchial pneumonia in 1984.  Now we were talking about biopsies; we were talking the possibility of breast cancer!