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I Was Just One Of The Girls
We do not suffer from Triskaidekaphobia, but on the afternoon of Friday, August 13th, I returned with Theresa after one week. I arrived fifteen minutes early as requested, and only had to wait a few minutes until a lady who was ahead of me returned to the waiting room after her biopsy. She reassured me that it wasn't so bad and that it was over in about ten minutes because they were using a new technique for taking the samples.
I went to the room where the Ultrasound equipment was located and a table for me to recline on. I first removed my T-Shirt then they put a green gel on my right breast. The Doctor injected some Novacain into my breast to deaden it.
He placed something that was like a computer mouse on my breast to see the tumor on a TV screen. Finally, he took something that was like a gun and positioned it on the location of the tumor and told me that at the count of three I would hear a loud bang. It was thrusting a needle into my breast to get a sample of the tumor. It didn't really hurt, but I felt the hit.
He did this twice more and the last one hurt a little especially as the needle was withdrawn. After he looked at the pictures that he had taken along with the needle thrusts, I was told that I was finished and to put my shirt back on.
He said that I would hear from him in three or four days. I asked him what would happen if it is cancer and he replied that we would have another meeting and would discuss the treatment that would probably require surgery. I said goodbye to the Doctor and the nurse then returned to my patient wife in the waiting room.
