Category Archives: Mammogram

They called while I was away, another mammogram was necessary

I had my first mammogram when I was fifty, and when I received the letter to have another at fifty-two, I thought no problem. So last week before leaving for camping I went for a mammogram, and was told if there was an issue, they would call me. Off camping I went with no worries. Well apparently I should have worried because the Breast Screening program phoned, leaving a message with the teenage boy. (I wish I had not gone away, because then I would have received the telephone call, not the teenage boy). He was a tad concerned, wondering why I needed another scan. When he gave me the message, I put on a brave face, telling him that sometimes the scans don’t give proper images, thus the need for new ones. Inside though, I was worried because I knew the first scans were done perfectly.

I was the first appointment of the day. I squirmed in my seat as I waited. Finally, they called me and the first thing I asked was “why?”. Apparently the technician had seen something. I asked “where?”. “Your left breast”, and she pointed to the location. (Now I had been checking and re-checking my breasts the past few days, but I didn’t feel anything out of the normal). The extremely nice woman positioned my breast in the mammogram machine, so she could take the new pictures. It really hurt, but I wasn’t complaining. It didn’t matter how much it hurt this time, I wanted the images to be perfect. After she had the new pictures, I was told to wait in the waiting room while the doctor scanned the pictures and depending on the results, there may be need for an ultrasound.

Well I was waiting a few other women came into the room. Thursday was repeat day. The day for women with questionable scans. There were a few worried faces.

Another ten minutes or so went by before I was called in, an ultrasound was needed. Now I am scared. The ultrasound took very little time. When the technician was done, I was not sent to the waiting room, I was asked to wait where I was. I tried not to freak out. Images of my family went through my mind. I thought of my sister-in-law, who had lost her battle with cervical cancer not too long ago. It seemed like a long time before the technician re-entered the room, and when she reappeared, she just said all was fine, you can go. That was that. No explanation, nothing. Just everything was fine. I worried for no reason. I should have been happy but I wanted a better explanation.

On the way home, I happened to see my eldest daughter working (her summer job is cutting grass for the city). I waved, drove some more, then as soon as I could, I turned the car around. I drove to where I saw her. Then practically running out of the car, I gave her a great big hug and said “all is fine”. It had hit me. I was okay. Thank you Breast Screening Clinic.

To all women/men fighting breast cancer, I send you my strength, and hugs.

Update on my husband’s breast lump

Today we received the results of my husband’s mammogram, and it is good news. Hubby does not have breast cancer, he has Gynecomastia. Gynecomastia according to the Mayo clinic is enlarged breast tissue. There are many different reasons for Gynecomastia and in my husband’s case, it would appear it was caused by the steroids he was prescribed after his bike – car accident.

A couple of years ago, hubby was on his way home from a nice bike ride when an SUV pulled out in front of him. Hubby and his bike hit the side of the SUV, which resulted in him flying over the front hood of the vehicle landing hard on the cement sidewalk. We were not home when the accident occurred a block away from our house. There were many witnesses to the accident who wanted to call an ambulance but hubby was stubborn and decided to walk him and his bicycle home. When I arrived home later, I found hubby soaking in our swimming pool. He refused to go to the hospital and boy did I yell at him, until he finally agreed to see our doctor the next day. He was wearing a helmet when he was hit, but after such a trauma, a doctor should be seen because not all injuries are obvious. So the next day, x-rays and ultrasounds were done to make sure there were no fractures in his hip or elbow. The tests showed that he didn’t break anything, he just had many bumps and bruises. (I have some really nice pictures of the injury but I thought it was best not to show his butt, someone may be offended, though I do think his ass bum is quite cute!)

The results of the tests showed hubby had something called a hematoma, a collection of blood under the skin. After a course of prescribed steroids, the hematoma did not decrease, so the doctor tried to drain it. A very large needle was stabbed numerous times into the hip, but nothing came out. He would just have to wait until it disappeared on its own. Two years later, the hematoma is still there on his hip, though very small now, yet as a result of the steroids he has Gynecomastia. We have decided that the best course of action in his case is to have surgery because it will get larger over time and I really don’t want hubby to have to borrow one of my bras!

The lump on my husband’s breast

A while ago, hubby noticed he had developed a small but painful lump under his right breast and told me. I didn’t necessarily panic but I did immediately phone for a doctor’s appointment and then I Googled, which of course, we all know is a bad because the first thing to come up is Cancer. Well a lot of good that does me! Luckily our family doctor saw my husband the next day, and he was referred to a specialist to make sure that the lump was nothing to worry about. We didn’t have to wait long for the appointment which is a good thing, less time for me to worry.  The specialist was especially nice and reassured us that it was probably nothing but he would take a biopsy to be sure. So right then and there out comes the needle and into my husband’s breast. As I watched I could not believe that he did not even wince from the pain, I would have screamed for sure! We could phone for the results in a week. Exactly a week goes by, and I call, one of the scariest calls I’ve made. It’s not Cancer.

Months have gone by, the lump is still there and it has gotten much larger so I phone the specialist again. The nurse is very nice and says if it has gotten bigger, my husband should definitely come in and have it looked at again. We see the specialist, it most likely isn’t Cancer but hubby should have a mammogram and ultrasound to be safe. Well, being his wife and someone who has had her boobs squished between what I would consider to be cement bricks, I naturally burst out laughing. The specialist smiled and said most wives respond that way, some sort of revenge thing. We go next door to x-ray, and glory be there is an immediate opening, as hubby shakes his head no, I say too bad, get in there and have fun. After his mammogram, hubby is only a tad bit sympathetic, but did agree, there were awkward positions he had to move in for the test. We are now waiting for the results.