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had been turning down my friends offers to go to appts with me because i didn't think that witnesses would make the experience any better, but decided in the end that i might like a ride to st.b at 8 in the am, so gill consented to coming with me. the chairs in the waiting room at the ultrasound dept. in st.b are hideously frightening- trust me on this. gill spent much time bitching about how the parking is so much cheaper than that at health science, and i knit. i went in for the ultra sound by myself ( gill was going to come with but i didn't really know that it was happening at the time so she missed that part) they put this wierd gel on my breast and squished a paddle around on the lump and under my armpit, and it showed up on a screen. all the cancer-y bits showed up black, and ominous like. then she told me that they would be doing a biopsy as well. holy crap was i glad that gill was there cuz otherwise i would have freaked out.
in the end i'm glad that i didn't have to anticipate it for a week and worry about it but it would have really been scary if gill wasn't there. i would rate it on par with having my wisdom teeth removed. fully sucky but not scarring for life. they froze the area, and made and incision at the base of my breast and then they have a biopsy "gun" that shoots in and takes out a core sample. i really only know this because gill told me i was closing my eyes and thinking about my christmas shopping list. by far the most traumatic part was wandering around afterwards without a bra (double d's need some support my friend), and having a band-aid stuck in my armpit hair. then i spent most of the rest of the day travelling around with gil as she ran errands, and we went for sushi.
that night i did most of the things they told me not to do when i went to rob's house sat in his jacuzzi, got high and then participated in vigorous physical activity. it all worked out well in the end.
in the end i'm glad that i didn't have to anticipate it for a week and worry about it but it would have really been scary if gill wasn't there. i would rate it on par with having my wisdom teeth removed. fully sucky but not scarring for life. they froze the area, and made and incision at the base of my breast and then they have a biopsy "gun" that shoots in and takes out a core sample. i really only know this because gill told me i was closing my eyes and thinking about my christmas shopping list. by far the most traumatic part was wandering around afterwards without a bra (double d's need some support my friend), and having a band-aid stuck in my armpit hair. then i spent most of the rest of the day travelling around with gil as she ran errands, and we went for sushi.
that night i did most of the things they told me not to do when i went to rob's house sat in his jacuzzi, got high and then participated in vigorous physical activity. it all worked out well in the end.