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Damn You Breasts

Tikeetha TMby
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So, I had my mammogram last Tuesday. This is only the second one in my life. I’m only 41 and when I got my PAP smear in January the nurse practitioner recommended that I get another one. Why? I’m only 41. Just turned 41. I do my own breast exams. I don’t need to do another one do I? Plus, my insurance plan covers it once every two years because there is no family history of breast cancer.

She said, “Nope, you should still do it.” I sighed. I huffed and puffed and said “Okay”. Now, before you start tripping and saying what’s the issue T? Let me explain. The dang thing hurts. Mammograms feel like thousands of angry midgets pushing, pulling and smashing your dang breasts in all different directions. It’s painful as hell.

Well, I’ve been having a heck of a year and putting off the second mammogram that I finally had enough. I got my baby situated and decided that I needed to handle that mammogram this month. So, I went to the radiology clinic last week to get it done. The representative said, “Can I get your orders?” I laughed. “You’ve had them since January.” She looked in the system and then gave me the forms to fill out.

I sat down and filled out the forms and waited. Ten minutes later they were taking me back to go through the process again. I cringed when I had to put on that half robe and it was cold as heck in the office. I walked into the room and thought “There’s the torture machine.” The technician was awesome and tried to get me to relax as she kneaded my breasts to lay flat on the dang screen and instructed me not to breathe.

“I’m about to pass out from the damn pain” I thought. She took her four pictures and said that they looked good that the radiologist will call me if there is anything. “Okay” I replied as I skipped my happy tale out the dang office. I proceeded down the beltway to pick up my Munch from school early because he had a doctor’s appointment too.

My breasts were still hurting last Thursday as I told my co-workers that mammograms hurt like heck. They laughed. They had all been through it. So, as I’m sitting at my desk working on this financial file for retiree data I get a call on my cell phone. I didn’t recognize the number, but I’m always thinking it’s the school so I answered. It’s the lab.

The nurse on the phone says that the radiologist wants me to come back in and do a repeat of both breasts because he saw a change from my last films and is also ordering a breast ultrasound. I sat there looking at the dang computer screen with tears streaming down my face. “What?” “When can you come in next week sweetie?” “I need a morning appointment” I stuttered. “Okay, how about Thursday at 10 am?” she said. “Sure, that will work” I replied.

I sat there with tears streaming down my face and cursing my damn breasts. What the heck is wrong with you? I’ve been good with you. I do my monthly breast exams. I’m always checking for lumps. Shouldn’t I have felt something? I started to freak out.

I called Mr. C and he calmly said “Okay, so what’s the worry?” I sat there looking at the phone like “Dude, didn’t you just hear me?” He said, “There’s no reason to worry. You don’t know anything.” I told him that I needed to call a woman he didn’t have breasts. He didn’t know what I was feeling. I called my best friend. She answered and said, “I have to call you back. I’m in a meeting.” What the hell is going on?

I called my momma. She said “What’s the deal? Don’t worry. It’s normal. I’ve had fluid removed from my breasts. There’s a lot of stuff between normal and cancer that could be wrong with your breasts.” “For real” I asked. “Yep.”

I sighed. I’m waiting. Not patiently. My mind is playing tricks on me. I’m trying not to think the worse. I’m trying. I told my mom at dinner on Sunday night that if I should die I need her to raise my son. She’s not my first choice. Not that she’s not a great grandmother. I just think that it’s too much for a 60 year old to raise an 8 year old.

Ugh!

My appointment is in two days. Damn the beautiful small breasts that are no longer perky because of age. The breasts that served as nourishment for my Munch. I’m screaming at you…Your next exam better be perfect or I’m going to have a dang hissy fit.

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  1. When females reach the age of 40 they’re adviced to get mammograms yearly or every 3 years depending on yes, cancer risk in the family and the result of the exam. Women are adviced to do so due to hormonal changes that comes with increasing age. But that’s just so far what I got from class, I guess. Hope this helps while your waiting. Good luck on your exams!

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  3. I hate those tests! Don’t worry, I’m sure it will be ok. They’re just doing their job and following up. And early detection on anything is good. I just loathe feeling like a lab rat. Praying for you!

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    1. Thank you. Yep, I’m trying to remain optimistic. It’s frustrating, but I’m prayerful that things will work according to God’s plan. Which still means that I will stress until he reveals his plan to me. LOL. I’m a work in progress.

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    1. Thank you so much. See, women get the angst. I’m just trying to remember what my mom said “It’s a lot of stuff between normal and cancer.” I’ll keep you posted.

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  5. Hope all is going to be okay. The worst thing you can do is worry about something a- you don’t know and b- you have no control over…easier said than done I know.
    Btw I’m 41 and I’ve never had a mammo done my entire life! Eeeeek maybe I should do it. I didn’t even know that it’s painful…

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    1. I’m trying not too. Yep, it’s so painful. They are trying to flatten your breasts and you would think they could create a 3-D machine that you can insert the breasts in and have them give you a better picture, but nope. It’s torture.

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  8. Praying complete peace and healing over you. I can tell you as someone that has had many Mammo’s ultrasounds and biopsies – that many times they still can be nothing- but don’t delay- use wisdom and get your check ups. Don’t let fear take you on a ride. Trust in God- the Perfect Peace that transcends all understanding. 😍💞

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  10. Oh Tikeetha, I’m so sorry for your abnormal results. I know you’re afraid, and I can only imagine how that must feel.

    I’m 36 this year, and people keep telling me I need to have my first one done while insurance still covers it at this age. I’ve been putting it off, because I don’t want the pain or embarrassment.

    Thank you for sharing your journey and your fears so candidly. This is a Public Service Announcement – you’re doing a great service for women by being so open and honest about something so intimate. And you’ve convinced me to have mine done.

    You’re in my thoughts, and I’m going to believe that this is some simple anomaly and not the fearsome C-word.

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  12. LOLz! I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry reading this. I just love everything about you writing.
    Nevertheless, to hell with mammograms, a lot more pain than necessary I’m sure [tangent for another day]. You have my best wishes Love! I’m sure everything will be A-ok for you and your duo.☺

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    1. Thanks sis! It’s the weirdness of my mind. I’m so thankful to all those that have reached out (especially women) to let me know it will be okay. Man this blogging world is awesome. I’ve had a few friends from work come in and offer words of encouragement. Pretty awesome.

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  14. The SAME thing happened to me. I even had to do a biopsy and thankfully everything was ok. Try and relax, pray and and think positive thoughts. For goodness sake don’t google anything! That will make you freak out even more. God is with you.

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