I had a breast ultrasound and a mammogram and all I got was this free bag.
I’ve spent the past three weeks terrified that I might have breast cancer (I don’t) because I felt a weird lump in my right boob last month. My doc, after almost making me cry*, took a poke at it and then sent me to PINK, the breast screening clinic. One ultrasound (felt odd, having the wand mashed into my boob) and mammogram (uncomfortable, but not gut-wrenchingly painful like media would have you believe) later, I found out I have fibrocystic breast tissue! Woo-hoo! Turns out this is a normal change in breast tissue that occurs in over 50% of women, is hormonally driven, and is benign, despite feeling weird as hell.
My sister (who came with me to the clinic, and if she hadn’t I probably would have had a nuclear meltdown in there) said that while I was getting the mammogram, one of the ladies waiting for some procedure prayed for me. I guess it worked.
*Told doc my boob felt different. “What do you mean, different?” Well, I don’t know, it feels different when I touch it. There’s a weird hardness to it. I don’t know if I would call it a lump, because you can’t see anything, but— ”No! A lump is a lump, whether it’s palpable or visible! If you can feel a lump, you have a lump!” Okay! Stop fucking yelling at me, lady, I’m a little freaked out by the abrupt change in my tit!