Today was... weird.
If you've read my previous blogs, you know that I went in today for my second mammogram. On my way in to have my mammogram, I got a call from my doctor's office to let me know the cyst they found is on my ovary. I'm not sure whether or not I'm worried about it yet. I need my mother's medical history and I feel like I have bigger fish to fry.
The woman doing my mammogram didn't do it right away. She took me aside first, stood me in front of the mirror, and showed me exactly how a breast check needs to be done. Then, after each image was taken, she pulled me over to look at them. They were dense... both of them, but she didn't seem overly concerned with what she saw, so I was feeling okay with that. I mean, she seemed very knowledgeable. She did tell me that she would try to get enough images to avoid the ultrasound, but I still had to have that. I'm really glad I had her though... no one has ever done that.
I then head to the ultrasound room. The woman performing the ultrasound gets me all set up, and begins. First my right breast. She's scanning, measuring, and marking spots. She then moves to my left breast and begins scanning. After scanning for a little bit, she says, "I don't like this machine. We're going to move to another room." Wow... okay. I get up, fix the robe, gather my stuff and we move to another room, where we start again. I start talking to her, trying to make conversation, which seemed to be going okay, but then she stops and tells me that she's going to go get the radiologist. I ask her if I should get dressed and she says no because he may want to look. Okay, in my head, this isn't good. I'm lying there, staring at a ceiling that they really need to put pictures on, and trying not to stress. He finally walks in, after what seemed forever in a darkened room with no pretty pictures on the ceiling, though I'm sure it was only about 5 minutes. He explains that my right breast has a few fluid filled cysts that are of no concern. Whew. Now the left breast... He says there is something there, but with me being so young (compliment?) and looking at the shape of what they found, he is fairly certain it's fibroid tissue. Then he says I need a biopsy and starts explaining the two different ways they can do this. ::sigh:: So there you have it. There is something and I need a biopsy. I'm going to call the doctor first thing tomorrow to get that scheduled.
In the meantime I'm being bombarded by emails from my crazy mother about getting the girl to a dermatologist. We of course have everything taken care of, and we know she needs something, and we also know that nothing she's gotten thus far has worked, or it does work, but then it stops and we have to start over. Now my mother, being paranoid schizophrenic, has been projecting her paranoia onto my daughter from the day she was born. This escalated when the boy was born. Everyone is "after" my mother, and now everyone is also after the girl, even her own brother.
This is why I had to put a stop to her seeing them last week. The girl messaged saying that her grandmother was saying horrible things about her daddy and brother (I'm sure I was included in this, but the girl knows when not to tell me stuff). She loves her brother, and this was confirmed when she said they shouldn't go over there anymore. I use this as confirmation because the girl gets whatever she wants from my mother, so she must love him to put a stop to the visits. Anyway... I really don't need this from my mother. I'm already sick of dealing with her paranoid tangents, and I am really sick of it right now. Thank goodness she only has my email. The bad thing is, I really needed to talk to my step-dad about my mothers medical history, but I have no way of contacting him because he has no cell, I don't know his work number, I can't get him on the home phone and she is in his email all the time. I wonder if he knows how isolated he is.
I'm tired... I wonder if the temps have dropped below 100 yet.
If you've read my previous blogs, you know that I went in today for my second mammogram. On my way in to have my mammogram, I got a call from my doctor's office to let me know the cyst they found is on my ovary. I'm not sure whether or not I'm worried about it yet. I need my mother's medical history and I feel like I have bigger fish to fry.
The woman doing my mammogram didn't do it right away. She took me aside first, stood me in front of the mirror, and showed me exactly how a breast check needs to be done. Then, after each image was taken, she pulled me over to look at them. They were dense... both of them, but she didn't seem overly concerned with what she saw, so I was feeling okay with that. I mean, she seemed very knowledgeable. She did tell me that she would try to get enough images to avoid the ultrasound, but I still had to have that. I'm really glad I had her though... no one has ever done that.
I then head to the ultrasound room. The woman performing the ultrasound gets me all set up, and begins. First my right breast. She's scanning, measuring, and marking spots. She then moves to my left breast and begins scanning. After scanning for a little bit, she says, "I don't like this machine. We're going to move to another room." Wow... okay. I get up, fix the robe, gather my stuff and we move to another room, where we start again. I start talking to her, trying to make conversation, which seemed to be going okay, but then she stops and tells me that she's going to go get the radiologist. I ask her if I should get dressed and she says no because he may want to look. Okay, in my head, this isn't good. I'm lying there, staring at a ceiling that they really need to put pictures on, and trying not to stress. He finally walks in, after what seemed forever in a darkened room with no pretty pictures on the ceiling, though I'm sure it was only about 5 minutes. He explains that my right breast has a few fluid filled cysts that are of no concern. Whew. Now the left breast... He says there is something there, but with me being so young (compliment?) and looking at the shape of what they found, he is fairly certain it's fibroid tissue. Then he says I need a biopsy and starts explaining the two different ways they can do this. ::sigh:: So there you have it. There is something and I need a biopsy. I'm going to call the doctor first thing tomorrow to get that scheduled.
In the meantime I'm being bombarded by emails from my crazy mother about getting the girl to a dermatologist. We of course have everything taken care of, and we know she needs something, and we also know that nothing she's gotten thus far has worked, or it does work, but then it stops and we have to start over. Now my mother, being paranoid schizophrenic, has been projecting her paranoia onto my daughter from the day she was born. This escalated when the boy was born. Everyone is "after" my mother, and now everyone is also after the girl, even her own brother.
This is why I had to put a stop to her seeing them last week. The girl messaged saying that her grandmother was saying horrible things about her daddy and brother (I'm sure I was included in this, but the girl knows when not to tell me stuff). She loves her brother, and this was confirmed when she said they shouldn't go over there anymore. I use this as confirmation because the girl gets whatever she wants from my mother, so she must love him to put a stop to the visits. Anyway... I really don't need this from my mother. I'm already sick of dealing with her paranoid tangents, and I am really sick of it right now. Thank goodness she only has my email. The bad thing is, I really needed to talk to my step-dad about my mothers medical history, but I have no way of contacting him because he has no cell, I don't know his work number, I can't get him on the home phone and she is in his email all the time. I wonder if he knows how isolated he is.
I'm tired... I wonder if the temps have dropped below 100 yet.
2 comments:
Yuck! That was not the kind of day you needed!
However, you survived! That is great news. In spite of all the drama.
I hope the next steps go well.
Blessings and Bear hugs to all of you.
gosh, what a draining day. I'm so sorry and to have to deal with the heat on top of everything else can push one over the edge. It's the little things that get us when we get overloaded on the big ones, or so my psych says. I;m here if you ever need to vent.
T
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