For those who know what a mammogram is like you will forgive me that I do not spoil the surprise for those who have not been through the process, but be prepared for a little pain and a lot of discomfort. The worst thing was that I could not reach the plate properly and had to stand on my tiptoes to reach it.
My next test was the ultrasound which also ended in the biopsy. I think I even terrified the nurse let alone being terrified myself during the process. I am not one for needles and hospitals and to be faced with a minor procedure was not my idea of spending a Friday morning. While lying on the bed readying for the procedure I told the nurse that I had nearly broken the hand of nurse who was helping in a previous procedure. I think I saw the colour drain from her face, but there again I can not be sure.
On completing all tests I was advised not to drive, a bit difficult seeing that I had driven myself to the hospital. Thankfully they said that I could drive home but nothing more. Once home I was fine. Ivan, for those who don't know he is my husband, was to be away for the evening with friends in Birmingham. For once it was a blessing in disguise as when I went to bed I could not lay down properly and could not settle. A couple of pain killers later and I was sleeping propped up on 1/2 dozen pillows looking like Titania Queen of the Fairies.
That Saturday I was taken out to lunch with a couple of girl friends and enjoyed a wonderful lunch and even better conversation. I can highly recommend it to others http://www.chetwodearms.org/.
It is always the small things that mean more and this was one of those occasions. The shame of it all was that the diagnosis was not the result we were hoping for.
My next blog will cover my other tests.
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