Guess I'm going to be living my life 6 months at a time.
Went for my 6 month mammogram - this time with an MRI as my doctors thought it best given my family history.
I don't know why I thought it would be like a CT scan. Nope. It's lying face down and having to not move for 45 minutes, even though your sinuses are filling, your neck is growing stiff and your back is starting to ache.
Anyway, again. The doctor found an anomaly. This time in my other breast. Scarily, super close to my lymph nodes under my arm. It could be Stage 0 breast cancer, it could be just another cyst.
After swearing off MRIs for the rest of my life, now I had to undergo another MRI this time an MRI guided biopsy. Again, trying to stay calm. Trying not to worry until I knew if I had something to worry about.
Finally talked myself into what they euphemistically call a 'prophylactic amputation' e.g. cutting off your boob before any growth gets going. Imagined myself as an ancient Amazon, cutting off a breast to draw a bow better.
This time I only told a friend and one of the doctors I work for - not my sister because of her reaction last time.
Luckily I only had to wait 24 hours for the word of the results of the biopsy...
benign. Absolutely no cancer. No atypical cells.
Whew.
Next stop, 6 more months and I go through the drama again.