The Super Fun Mammogram

I remember hearing about mammograms to some extent, but I don't know how I missed hearing the full description of what goes on in there, but I did.

I found a lump. Actually I've pretty much had it since I breastfed Nora for a little while, and it never went away.

I wasn't that worried about it because it felt like the same milk duct was backed up and just never drained, and that's basically what they found out on Monday.

But FIRST, I got to have my first mammogram.

It's really quite funny, and a lot less painful or uncomfortable than say, getting dental x-rays.

Except for the whole pull-and-lay-your-boob-on-a-flat-surface-then-squeeze-it-in-plexi-glass part.

Yeah. H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S.

Anyway, for those of you who haven't done a mammogram, do it.

The Mammographer was fabulous. She loves her job, not for the boob-pulling part but because her job literally saves lives.

What a great job to have, wouldn't you say?

I drove up to Portland for the procedure...since it hadn't been that long since I quit breastfeeding, they expected to find plenty of lumps, which they did. Then we did an ultrasound on the offending lump, and within 20 minutes I heard the Radiologist had examined both tests and I was determined to not have cancer, but instead a benign cyst.

Not only did I get instant results -- which I wasn't expecting until my consult with the surgeon next week -- but the results were good.

No biggie. And fixable.

And I slept better last night than I have in a month.