The No-Fun Sonogram

Sonograms were usually a fun treat whenever my husband and I went to the doctor's office.  In fact, we were addicted to them, and would slyly interject the suggestion every time we went in for a checkup.  "Sooo, are we going to see our baby today?"  My husband was a cool operator, but rarely did the doctor say yes.  We managed to get a few extra glimpses at our son, but it was always after some form of begging.  Embarrassing?  Sure...but every visit we asked anyway.

The last sonogram I had was last week, and it was the NO FUN sonogram.  This was a sonogram of my right breast, which contained what felt like a small, pea sized lump that hadn't gone away as my ob/gyn had hoped.

I was referred to a breast surgeon, who then referred me to the sonogram/ultrasound department where I had an obscene amount of jelly goo put on my chest.  They checked for about ten minutes, and then called in the head radiologist to take a final look.  She poked around with the wand and said, "Well, I can't tell you that I see anything for certain.  I'll send the films over to your doctor and you'll get a call."  That was last week. No call yet.

In the end, there was no prognosis, seeing as there were no actual doctors in the room to make a definitive decision.  I am not awaiting a call from my specialist who will give me the news that it's probably nothing (crossing fingers, toes, and eyeballs.)

Bump to Lump

It's still there. The lump.

In my third trimester, I found a lump in my right breast. It was fairly small, but it was hard and didn't move. I'd say it was about the size of a pea.

The doctor said there was little we could do about it at that point, since my breasts were lumpy anyway due to the impending flow of milk. She said to keep an eye on it and wait a few months. If it didn't go away, she'd check it again and refer me to a breast surgeon to get a second opinion.

Well, it's still there. I have my appointment with my doctor next week, and I'll be pushing for a referral for the breast surgeon. I don't want to take any chances, since my mother just recently battled breast cancer.

Also, I just found out a friend of mine had a mastectomy and didn't say anything until it was over and done with. She just didn't want to take any chances, so she cut most of her breast off.

I take that as a sign that I should take this to heart and take care not to ignore a flashing sign in my face when it's there. Although I'm praying it's nothing, I know that if it's something, I'll be better off knowing sooner than later.

Cross your fingers and wish me luck.