Today I had to get an MRI which the radiologist recommended after I had a second mammogram. I have been getting yearly screening mammograms for three years because I have a strong family history of breast cancer (my mom who was diagnosed in her 30s and died in her 40s and her mom). The MRI was extremely uncomfortable and lasted for 45 minutes. I have never felt so much anxiety as I have in the past month. When I got called back to do additional screening, I of course started thinking the worst. I am my own worst enemy. The radiologist only indicated that they had found "changes" in tissue and with my history they wanted to be extra careful, and here I was thinking the worst. After the second screening they still saw the "spots" or tissue in the mammogram but couldn't see it in an ultra sound so she said it's most likely just overlapping tissue but recommended an MRI just to be 100 percent sure. I haven't heard about the MRI results but I am not so much concerned about the results as I am about the bill. I am pretty sure my insurance won't cover the MRI, but I plan on taking a day off to argue with them (and the evil cable company for other reasons).
Do people ever get used to this? How do people not freak out or worry every time they get tested or screened for anything? I often think cancer is inevitable for me it is just a matter of when. The hardest part about knowing I have a higher chance of getting cancer is that I am absolutely powerless against it. No amount of healthy living will stop cancer if it is in your genes. On the positive side, getting yearly screenings will only increase my chances if I do get cancer... and another positive side is getting fake boobs that will stay perky forever.
Ok. Pity party for one is over. Thanks for attending. I'll leave you with this...
I'm excited for summer... and more days like this...
If you get the boob job you can wear those strapless bras we were looking at. Of course I'd have to hate you for being able to wear a strapless bra that doesn't end up as a belt.
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