Update
I went back to work this afternoon after my appt. My daughter was home from school sick and so my husband picked me up from work and we took her w/us. She had an appt. shortly after my appt. Poor thing had an ear ache which was an ear infection. I feel so bad for her. It was very obvious where the mass was on the u/s. I didn't need to ask or anything like that. It was obvious there was more than one mass. The one was rather large (in my opinion) in size. The other one was smaller. Little bigger than a pea. The tech told me she was going to 'check' the films and show the radiologist. She would come back and let me know what he wanted me to do. That I might need to have a mamogram. She asked me about 3-4 times if I had a mamogram before this appt. She reassued James and I this was routine for this type of thing. She came back a few moments later w/the radiologist doctor. They spent 10+ min. scanning my breast. Over and over again... There were alot of "oh that's a good view...oh' thats good...ohhhh...uhh...ok...do this...do that...oooh okays". What the heck. I wsa nearly coming out of my skin. (glad they enjoyed oh and uhing over my breast...) I can't remember what they measured in size. I just know they were large. He asked me if "I" had felt them. He wanted me to "show" him where they were (or where I thought it was). I didn't orginally detect this...my doctor did. We discussed this. Then he took a feel. Then had the tech do some more scanning. He told me his 'reccomendations'. I told him that my doctor told me if this was abnormal than she would refer me to a surgeon for removal. He agreed but also said that he was going to suggest a biopsy before removal. Depending upon the results he would recommend radiation. He told me what kind of biopsy he recommened but I don't remember and either does James. He also wanted me to have a mammogram right then and there. His wording was uplifting and he was very optimistic at this point. His tone of voice was reassuring. I could tell by the look on his face that he was "optimistic" and that he truly meant he was hopeful this was benign. I had the mammogram. It was not horrible. It was not unbearable. The discomfort was NOT in my breast, but in my "excess" skin from my chest/ribs since I've lost 150 lbs from my WLS...that was getting pinched. Again, the tech was wonderful. She was understanding and very gentle. She made sure that the excess skin was not being pinched and pulled. She had me go sit in a special waiting room. She came back 10+ minutes later and told me to get my shirt/bra. I needed to have another ultrasound because my left breast showed a mass. So back to U/S I go. The tech 'compares' both breasts/masses. She leaves. She comes back a few minutes later with the radiology doctor. This time his tone was not as optimistic. I could tell by the tone of his voice and the look on his face as he talked to me. He said "I hope....this is benign....blah blah blah...I'm hopeful....Dr. U will be calling you first thing tmw am.". He did tell me the left breast was completely normal. He did say "I wish I could say the right side looks like the left did. blah blah blah..." I went back to work. Thinking that I woudl get my phone call tmw am. I posted my last post here. I got the phone call from Dr. U's office this afternoon a mere hour after I left his office. I am scheudled with a surgeon on Wed. afternoon. This is the same surgeon who did my WLS. This is rocking my friggin world. This is really throwing me into a tizzy. I'm mad. I'm scared. I'm REALLY mad. I had my last appt. w/my therapist tonight before she goes on maternity leave. She suggested I "break something, kick something, hit something..." LOLOL....I've never let my anger out in that manner. I've never even thought about doing that. Of course I've thought about hurting the SOB that was sexually harrassing me at my last job....I'm over that". It isn't like me to be aggressive or do something like that. I'm afraid if I start...I might not stop. It is a pandora's box that I'm not sure I should open. Maybe I should. Heck I don't know. gala
