Hopefully this will be a very, very short chapter in the left boob saga. (If you're new to my blog, here's the beginning of the saga.)
Back story: for the past few weeks, I've been feeling increased discomfort in my left breast, and some weird sensations that are hard to describe, and even pain at one particular spot during self-exams.
(Age is on my side here, because the chances of someone my age having breast cancer or any other significant breast issues is small. But my maternal grandmother did have breast cancer before she was 50, which raises warning flags in the eyes of doctors.)
I called my gynecologist, got the first available appointment, and went to see her today. She found a new lump that I hadn't found, and expressed some concern over it. She seemed a bit flustered at this point, which worried me a bit--but she could have just been busy. Anyway, she went out in the hallway to call the breast surgeon, who I saw several months back to do my breast lump biopsy, to do a brief consultation.
When she came back in, she told me she wanted me to get another breast ultrasound and then to go from there to see the breast surgeon for a consult. I called the ultrasound place and they've worked me in for tomorrow morning at 7:40 (I have to get there at 7:10 a.m.).
Surprisingly, I'm still not worried about anything. I know age is on my side, and the chances of it being anything are so, so small. Still it's a bit stressful that this is happening 9 (NINE) (!!!) days before I move back up to school.
Oh, and further proof that I have the best employers ever: these appointments have disrupted my work schedule twice now and it may cut into tomorrow's hours, and still, Jen has been nothing but the best about everything. Thank you, Jen!!!