After spending 6 weeks bonding with Lumpty Dumpty, the time had come: diagnostic mammogram & ultrasound. This mammogram was essentially the same as previous ones I’ve had: stepping into a medieval Titty Twister torture device. Painful as fuck…the sort of pain that makes you want to cut off your own tit to escape. Although, this particular mammogram was quite a bit more painful on the right breast, with the presence of Lumpty Dumpty. For the first time, I actually cried during a mammogram. I tried like hell to swallow my emotion, but the lump gave me so much pain that my tears were involuntary. The Tech ended up cutting the session short to spare me…or maybe to spare herself from having to deal with me.
The subsequent ultrasound was much kinder & gentler. It was very similar to the ultrasound I received when I was pregnant with my Son, with one big difference: Lumpty Dumpty didn’t have an independent heartbeat. It was determined upon the ultrasound imaging that I had a considerable mass in my right breast, and a mass on an axillary lymph node on the same side. I was immediately scheduled for biopsies for the following week. Before I was dismissed from the ultrasound room, I was given a run-down of what to expect for the biopsies, and the nurses tone turned serious. In spite of my best efforts, I started to get nervous. Could this actually be a thing? Shit! I wanted to just get these biopsies over with, get answers now…but, I had to wait an entire week.
Sour Tits 