And no, I'm not talking about babies.
Yesterday was my MRI. Hated it! Although the technicians were gems and deserve Jennifer Anistons salary, in my opinion. They weren't kidding about the IV making your mouth taste like metal - blech! And if anyone wants to shoot over any tips on how the hell to sit up after you're done without ripping the IV out of your arm, I would appreciate it.
When discussing the results with my roommate, I told her I expected a letter in a couple of weeks like I did with the Mammogram stating all was clear. That's when the unexpected happened. Heather called at 9:15 this morning to discuss the results and offer recommendations. Duh, duh, duh. . . . .
So clearly, I knew all wasn't honky-dorry. I just spoke with her and there is a 7 mm linear mass area of enhancement at the 12 o'clock position on my right breast. Ain't that a bitch. There's a spot in my right boob that I will obsess over for the next week and it's too damn small for me to even feel. Well, I have an appointment next Tuesday for a wire-guided MRI biopsy. Yup, back in the tube I go. I'm going to go study up on my biopsy and I'll share anything I learn with ya.