Mammogram time

So Monday 20 July 2015 I attended the Breast Clinic at City Hospital in Nottingham.

First a physical exam. The doctor thought she had found a lump but wasn’t sure. She was surprised that she could see my ribs – I was skinny then!

No-one warned me about the mammogram. I’m not very big and they don’t half squish you. You have to be a bit of a contortionist as well.

Back to the waiting room then biopsy time. I had two biopsies of the lymph nodes. Again not pleasant but a very nice nurse held my hand tightly throughout. The first of what was going to be many needles.

I arranged to go back for the results on Friday 24th. I could have had them the day before  but I insisted I had to be at work that day. Waiting a day won’t make a difference, I was fine after all wasn’t I?

One the way home I popped into my office – I needed a wee. The girls asked me how it went. Fine, I say, but the biopsies hurt a bit. There was some surprise at that point, out of all my work colleagues who had routine or referred mammograms none had had a biopsy as well. Was I worried? I didn’t think so but apparently I was distracted at work the next couple of days. Luckily it was school holidays so I was only working 2 days a week.

Back to 2012 and we spent 21 July watching Bradley Wiggins win the penultimate stage of the Tour de France. As was our normal at the time there were 6 of us were on holiday in France, me, my husband, 2 kids, my mum and her partner – along with our bikes, fishing rods and musical instruments! My son, husband and myself went to see the tour whilst the others watched it on the tv. The day3032100438 ended with a trip to the local chemist as my son had been led on the grass taking photos and both arms came up in an allergic reaction.

 

Unfortunately no trip to France planned for this year so keeping up with the Tour on the tv his year.

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