2nd appointment, further investigations - 8th July 2019

After the routine mammogram, approximately 5 days after my mammogram, I received a letter inviting me back for "further investigations". I was due to go on holiday and was trying desperately to not worry about it. The whole week it was all I could think about. I didn't want to worry my husband, but I left him in Majorca to carry on his holiday with friends and I came home. To have the investigations on my own. He was meeting friends for a 50th birthday, so I was always coming home on my own, and I really didn't think it was necessary for him to come with me.

"I remember saying to the radiographer, is everything OK. Her response - "You should prepare yourself"."

Thankfully a family member was able to come to the hospital with me. I didn't think I would need the support, but it was so reassuring to have her there. Just to talk to in between procedures. Firstly I was ushered in for another mammogram. I remember saying to the radiographer, is everything OK. Her response - "You should prepare yourself". She then smiled at me and went about her job of screening my right breast. From that moment on I think I was in a bit of a blur. I remember lots of different teams coming to get me. Saying things along the lines of "We are worried because you have such a high level of micro-calcification". But no-one would elaborate. They all went about their own specific job. I had a mammogram, then a physical exam, followed by an ultrasound, and then biopsies. Each team member was so kind, and the biopsy team could clearly see what I couldn't. There was 3 or 4 in the room, I can't remember. They had to clamp my breast into their mammogram machine whilst I was in a seated position. They then worked their way around my breast and took approx 6 biopsies, whilst holding my hand and making small talk. This was when I started to panic.

“Come back next week please”

Now I had to wait another 7 days. 17th July - Can you imagine the wait? Everyday just dragged. It's the in between. You don't want to talk about it to anyone because you don't know what is wrong, so all the anxiety just builds and builds. It's the not knowing, the 'what if'. It was draining.

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