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[dragonyphoenix]

“Why? Is there blood?” That's what I was thinking when the nurse told me she had to clean the room before taking me down there. I'd found lumps on my breasts, had the mammogram, and was waiting for my biopsy. (Not cancer so you don't have to wonder.) They didn't tell me until that day, which is impressively manipulative in my book, that they put a chunk of metal, called a marker, in my breast so they can locate the biopsy location again later.

So a week later, the biopsy is puffed up, more than the original lump was, and tender. Freaking out, I go back to the doctor, who tells me it's called hematoma (from her description it sounds like it's clots under the skin) and that it's part of healing. That was a relief, but I started feeling dizzy on Sunday and am still dizzy although considerably less so, and today the doctor's office called (I had a pap smear while I was there) asking me to call them back.

I should be ecstatic and all healthy, but now I'm just feeling depressed.

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[diebirchen.livejournal.com]

I had a breast biopsy, and they marked it with a long needle inserted while my boob was under an X-ray thingy. I had non-dangerous cysts, but like you, I found the whole thing yucky. I mean, not nursing babies any more. The danged things are a bother, and I hate, hate, hate the boob smashing machine! Condolences!

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Thanks. The actual biospy was easier than I'd thought it would be because the novacained me up. However, I was so stressed the week up to the biopsy that I had to take a three day weekend to recuperate!