Gimme Three Steps…

One step forward and two steps back. (Apologies to those of you who thought this might be a blog about the awesomeness that is Lynyrd Skynyrd. It is not. The title just popped into my head after I typed the first sentence. Maybe next time.)

Just when this gal was getting her life and head all squared away after the mind-fuck of cancer, the snarky little cancer voice that lives in the deep recesses of my brain decided to rip the duct tape off her mouth and say, ‘not so fast, toots. You’re not getting away that easy.’ Dammit.

A few days ago, all was good. I was feeling great, working out 6 days a week, eating healthy and generally kicking ass one day at a time. I was determined to turn 40 being more awesome than ever. (Yes, I turn 40 in exactly 13 days. I’ll be in St. Thomas, so if you haven’t had time to buy me a present yet, you’ve got a little extra time…) I had made an appointment on-base for my annual physical and was looking forward to bragging a little about how awesome I was feeling. The day of the appointment rolled around and the doc and I chatted about how I was doing after the cancer – both physically and mentally – how things were going with my routine oncology visits, and my general overall health. He seemed really happy with how I was doing and moved on to the poking and prodding part of the physical. Lungs and heart sound healthy, good blood pressure and heart rate, eyes are still 20/15 (thanks for the PRK, Air Force!), ears and nose look fine, no weird lumps in the neck…groovy. I am kicking butt for a change! Yay!

Then he asked me when I’d had my last ‘well-woman appointment.’ Ummm…it was a year ago when I started having the whole cancer issue. He told me I still needed to do them for the simple fact of needing breast cancer screenings. Ugh. So rather than make another appointment just to have a chick doctor, I went with the option of having him do it instead. After the last year of exams, surgeries and hospital visits, I’m not terribly bashful about who sees me nekkid any more when it comes to doctors. So he found a chaperone to make sure no inappropriate shenanigans occurred (wait…are there appropriate shenanigans? Discuss.) and started the exam as I proceeded to start counting ceiling tiles. Then I hear a ‘hmmm.’ No. No ‘hmmm.’ I don’t like ‘hmmm.’ He focuses on one spot and asks me if I’ve noticed any unusual or new lumps. I mentally sighed and thought, ‘don’t you think I’d have mentioned it, jerkface?’ (My inner voice is kind of a bitch.) Then I just said no. He continued feeling one spot and asked when my last period was. I continued staring at the ceiling, physically sighed and just let him think about what he’d just asked me. (For those of you who failed health class or haven’t followed my story, when one has a radical hysterectomy, one doesn’t have periods any more. The more you know…) It took a few long moments, but the light bulb finally went on as he rather sheepishly said, ‘oh, sorry.’ He then proceeded to tell me that he had found a 2 cm lump and that it was likely non-cancerous, but what with my history of ‘erratic cancer,’ he was going to send me to have a mammogram. Awesome.

We chatted a little more, and then I was done. I was ok until I got to my car. Then that bitchy cancer voice piped in with, ‘huh, where have you heard that before? That a tiny little thing wasn’t cancer and that you just needed one more test? How’d that work for you?’ Damn. And with that tiny little whisper, I had a tiny little breakdown. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before – that the really awful part about cancer isn’t just the physical part. It’s the constant fear of what your own body might be plotting behind your back. It’s about keeping your sanity. Trying to move on. Trying not to worry about every little pain. Trying to logically tell yourself that odds are, you’re fine. All while that little voice in the back of your head that you thought was gone is getting louder and louder, and all the duct tape in the world won’t shut it up. So I wiped away a few tears, sniffled a little, then put on my big girl panties and went back to work. Things still hadn’t really sunk in yet, and I was just feeling numb. So not even thinking, I shot an e-mail to my husband and let him know how my appointment went. Oops. Perhaps a phone call might have been a better idea. My phone rang within moments of hitting send and I felt like a shit. I could hear the weight and worry in his voice, and I knew he needed me home. We made plans to have lunch together and then see how I was doing after that. I knew I would get absolutely zero work done, so I took a half-day, closed up the office and headed home. We held each other, we went out for lunch, we joked, we laughed, we contemplated getting me a very large margarita, we talked and generally tried to quash the worry. Then we headed home and I did my penance for my crappy lunch by working out for the second time that day. After that I googled a little and put off making the phone call to my folks that would start them worrying all over again. I actually considered not telling them, then realized that my mom would fly to California in a heartbeat and beat my ass if she found out that I didn’t tell her as soon as I had an inkling of another health issue. So I called. And now they worry and wait with us.

My first mammogram is now officially complete. And no, they are not fun. Slightly uncomfortable, yes. Painful, no. I’d heard not-so-good things about mammograms, and was a little concerned.  So on the bright side, I no longer have the worry of that unknown looming over me. Yay me! While I certainly won’t be running off to have my boobs mushed voluntarily, I at least won’t have a problem going for an annual check. So that’s a good thing. But now comes the bad thing – the wait for results. Or even worse – no results and a request for me to come back in for more tests. Because the one thing the technician told me was that at first glance, they didn’t see anything, but that I have dense breast tissue. *sigh* Of course.

For those of you still reading my rambling, dense breasts make reading a mammogram very difficult. Cancer shows up as a white ‘splotch’ on a mammogram because the x-rays don’t pass through it well. ‘Normal’ breast tissue is fatty and x-rays pass easily through it – so it shows up as dark on a mammogram. Dense breast tissue is less fatty and more comprised of connective tissue which doesn’t allow the x-rays to pass through easily – and shows up as white. See the problem here? I’ve read that trying to find cancer in a dense breast via mammogram is like trying to find a polar bear in a blizzard. Again – awesome. The other kicker? Having dense breasts has been found to increase your risk of breast cancer 6-fold. (And by the way, ‘dense’ is a radiology term that you’ll only find out with a mammogram – not something you’ll find out by groping yourself. So stop it.) What else increases breast cancer risk? Being tall. I shit you not. Being an ex-smoker doesn’t help either. Nor does never having kids. After doing some research, I’ve found that damn near everything increases your breast cancer risk.

So with that, I’m doing my best to keep breathing, keep living and not to completely lose my mind while I wait. Because the reality is that there’s an 80% chance that the lump is completely benign. I rationally understand that. And I’m sure I’m fine. But dammit, it’s going to be a long week or two until we find out for sure.

  1. Jason & Karen T says:

    Brandon beat me to it. I’m sorry you have dense boobs. Karen says she does too. I felt hers to get a baseline, I’m now ready to provide you a second opinion. Seriously, we both want you to know we’re hoping for the best for you — you’ve put up with enough bullshit. And, you know, think about that second opinion offer.

    • samiam0403 says:

      *snicker* Hmmm…as tempting as that ‘second opinion’ offer sounds, I’m going to have to pass. Dork. But thanks to you and Karen for the well wishes. Now go give her that second opinion. 😀

  2. Lori (Todd) Riley says:

    I hope your story encourages more women to get a mammograms. I just had my first one, too. Did not hurt at all. All the “positioning” is annoying, but there’s no pain. All the best to you!

    • samiam0403 says:

      Hi Lori! Thanks for the well wishes! I hope my story encourages more women to get mammograms AND paps. Both are uncomfortable, but I’d rather have 10 minutes of discomfort once a year than ever deal with cancer again. I hope you got the all clear back from yours and that you’re doing well!

  3. Julie says:

    Reading this with a heavy heart for you Sam. Prayers for good news and an “all clear” report. Thank you for the insight on the mammogram. I have not had one yet, but approaching 40 (next Jan) myself, I know they are in my future and, I have to admit, I was afraid they hurt, scared of the unknown, etc. Your comments have eased by concern for mammograms. Helping others AND kicking cancer’s ass. You ROCK! Hugs to you!

    • samiam0403 says:

      Thanks for the prayers, Julie! They must have worked since I got the ‘all clear.’ And you’re very welcome – glad my blogging about the experience helped calm your fears a tad. Always nice to hear that someone gets something out of my not so entertaining experiences! Hugs and love to you and your family!

  4. Brandon says:

    Oh motherfucker! 3 dense boobs… left, Rudy, and right? I swear… if you have to have one more surgery that make you and Rudy more anatomically diverse, you’ll kill his every dream of being in a lesbian relationship.

    • samiam0403 says:

      LOL – poor Rudy. So abused. And no worries, no more surgeries and no more losing girly parts. Smooches to you and Phillip!

  5. Dave says:

    Sam, you have the gift of Stephen King. You write of anxiety, fear and truly nasty things, and you make it impossible for us to stop reading. You have the well wishes of many people around the world, and some just a few miles down the road. Love ya.

    • samiam0403 says:

      Thanks so much, Dave. What a fantastic comment to read! Thanks for following along with me on all my ramblings and for the subtle kick in the pants to get back to writing today. And thanks for being such a great friend for the last 18 years or so. Love you too. Give your lovely wife and those gorgeous kids a hug for me!

  6. Nanci says:

    Dude!!! WTF???? Hang in there. I think I told you my 80 year old mom beat a couple of horrible cancers. One after another. I have a hope that yours could be dense tissue, but I am praying, hoping & sending lots of hippie vibes your way anyway! Your incredible attitude is inspiring!!! <3

    • samiam0403 says:

      Dude!!! I know, right! 😀 I think you did tell me about your mom – that is incredible. Thanks for the prayers and hippie vibes – I feel groovier already!

  7. Kristen says:

    Sam, I’m so sorry you are dealing with more of this cancer scare crap. God knows you’ve been through enough. I’m willing your breasts to behave and be cancer free! Sending huge hugs, lots of love and unending prayers until you get good news. Love you!

    • samiam0403 says:

      Thanks for the hugs, love and prayers, chica! All of the above are always welcome. And I love you right back!

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