Nothing like swinging by your doctor's office to pick up some paperwork - and seeing Abnormal mammogram next to your name - especially when you were told at the mammo that everything was so a-ok, they weren't even going to do the ultrasound.
And nothing like having to wait several hours after that before seeing the breast surgeon, and spending those several hours fuming that the mammo people lied or didn't tell the whole truth or who knows what the hell happened - all I knew was that they gave me the thumbs up and now, in front of me, was something that said things were not cool.
Not cool. Abnormal mammogram? Not cool. Soooooooooo not cool.
So the breast surgeon (who rocked!) did an ultrasound, during which she found what was likely a ruptured cyst (probably what I had felt, which explains the pain I had, too) and another much, much, much smaller cyst. She said that if she spent enough time, she'd probably find more and that they're common enough. It's if and when they get bigger that they get worried enough to biopsy it and make sure it's just a cyst.
So - mammo in six months and then, if that's good, they'll do them every year after. Good times.
My name is erika-renee, but call me eka - pronounced "eh-ka." I'm suddenly somehow 32, though I still love pigtails and overalls and silly, happy things. I live north of Boston, and I'm happily married to 
I'm a mama!
