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I am a pretty private person, which is slightly ironic since I have a public blog. Although I have no reservations about sharing my day to day ramblings and delicious desserts, the rest of the details aren’t really divulged here. However, sometimes having access to a large audience is a blessing, so after about 8 months, I have decided to share something extremely personal with you.
About eight months ago, I felt something “off” on the exterior of my right breast. I sleep on my stomach, so it was incredibly annoying and after a few weeks, I decided to call my physician. My doctor ordered an ultrasound, which came back normal. However, that annoying area never got to be any less…annoying.
For as long as I can remember, my mother has worked in the health care field and always taught my brother and I to “take control of our healthcare.” So, of course I wasn’t satisfied with the ultrasound results and called the doctor again. This time he scheduled a mammogram. Now let me tell you, I had some pretty interesting ideas concocted in my brain about what this little procedure would entail. To sum it up, I envisioned pancaked boobs. Well, aside from the nakedness, the mammogram wasn’t bad at all…trust me I am a big pansy.
After about 10 minutes in the mammogram room, my gut told me something was not right. The quiet and reserved technician repeatedly left and entered the room making slight adjustments to take “just one more.” After about six “just one mores,” I got a lump in my throat and tears gradually welled in my eyes. I started counting the peach toned flowers on the walls to divert my attention in an effort to quell the tears that were about to roll down my cheeks. Moments later, I was instructed to get dressed because the doctor needed to speak with me.
The doctor told me that there was a “questionable” area on the inside of my right breast. Inside? No, not the inside, I feel something on the outside. He told me that was “fatty tissue,” and assured me all was well with the outside. I stood there numb and really don’t remember much aside from the word Stereotactic Biopsy. To me, biopsy meant needle, which meant blood, which meant me feeling like I wanted to vomit right there directly on the doc’s shiny brown oxfords.
I gathered my composure, pretended to digest everything he said and headed outside into the warm spring air. I drove home in silence. No radio, no iPod, no phone, just me and my thoughts…which is usually not the greatest idea because I have the ability to work myself up in 2.2 seconds. After two days of feeling sorry for myself, I called to schedule my biopsy.
Three weeks later I was naked from the waist up and lying on my stomach with my right boob hanging through a hole in a table. Let’s just say this was not my idea of good time and to make matters worse the room smelled of a nasty cherry deodorizer. The doctor and his team of nurses were amazing…walking me through every step of the procedure. This time, I was certain I was going to vomit directly on that same pair of brown oxfords. One of the lovely nurses handed me a pink bowl instead. Once the procedure was over, I went home in very little pain and watched my pale breast change from pasty to the color of a plum. I was so enthralled with the color changes that I took daily photos to chronicle the shades. Weird, right?
Four days later, the word “atypia” entered my vocabulary. I received a call from my doctor, the results came back on my biopsy and there was “atypia” within the cells. He recommended a lumpectomy to remove the tissue. I knew full well what a lumpectomy was because my mother had one in her forties. I, however am 31 and the thought of having a scalpel near my breast, again, made me want to vomit.
A month later I was makeupless and sporting an uber sexy blue gown and hair thingy and being wheeled into a freezing cold operating room to have a golf ball size piece of tissue removed from my right breast. Was I scared? Yes, actually petrified! Was it painful? Not really. Did I vomit? Sure did.
The lumpectomy removed all of the “atypical” cells; however, I will need follow-up mammograms every six months. The two inch vertical scar that now adorns my breast is a daily reminder to take control, trust my body, and love myself.
You may be questioning why I am telling you all this…well, that’s because it’s Valentine’s Day and because I know we often forget to take care of ourselves. Our children, husbands, jobs, blogs and just life in general often takes priority and we forget to love ourselves.
So this Valentine’s Day I wanted to share my story in hopes of compelling some of you to give yourself that monthly once-over. Yes, I’m talking about self-driven breast exams. Not all problems make themselves annoyingly known like mine did. Take control of your own health, and start with this one simple thing. Have a Happy Valentine’s Day and remember to love yourself.
This is such a beautiful post. So often we talk about “loving ourselves” as if it only encompasses our self-esteem. Truly loving ourselves DOES mean taking care of ourselves, and it’s good to remind us of that. Thank you for “putting yourself out there” for this post. HUGS!
I really admire your courage in sharing such a personal experience with us. I believe it’s so important to encourage people to pay attention to themselves and act when things don’t seem right. I think a lot of us are taught to ignore such things. I have to say your mom’s words brought tears to my eyes. I hope you have a wonderful Valentine’s Day with your family, who obviously loves you very much!
Thanks for sharing this. You write so well. I laughed and got teary eyed. Hope all is well now with your health. :)
My aunt just hit her 4 year mark of finding her lump and finding she has breast cancer. She went through all the treatments and is still set and good. She’s the most important person in my life and I’m so glad she made it through. I’m glad she loved herself enough to do something about it like you did.
I’m glad you wrote this for people to remember to love themselves. :)
Hope you had a GREAT Valentines Day! Btw, I absolutely love all that you do on this blog. YOU are amazing and so inspiring!
Chad-
You give your aunt a hug for me! I am so happy to hear everything is well with her! Thanks so much for your kind words! :)
-Jamie
Thank you. I know that was probably difficult to do, but if just one person thinks about you and decides that what they’re feeling is really not “nothing” and takes steps to find out what is wrong, then it is all worth it!
Queenie, Every day you amaze me more and more, to put your heart out there and wear it on your sleeve today, brought tears to my eyes. They don’t know you, like I do, this was a very personal thing for you and I think I love you more today than ever… I am so proud of you, for being the daughter that you are.. And I am glad that you have such great blogging friends…. Thank you for being you.. I LOVE YOU and Happy Valentine’s day …xxxoo
Though I feel honored that you shared your ordeal with me during your time of treatment, I’m glad you’ve chosen to tell others. For the very reason that you did…to urge them to take care of themselves.
I had something similar many years ago…something wasn’t right, a biopsy was inconclusive so surgery was decided on and it turned out that it was an ‘impacted milk gland’ for which I was so relieved as that little girl that got those milk glands going was only 13 months old.
Despite the severity of your situation you did make me laugh…from the hanging boob to the vomit. So glad you took care of you…and are OK.
Happy Valentine’s Day Jamie!
I think sharing this personal bit about you will remind many of us to do just that.. take care of ourselves and do the regular check ups. Glad that things worked out fine in the end. Do take care and have a great Valentine’s day with your family and friends :)
Thank You. I had a similar experience- turned out it was melanoma. I then forced about 10 friends to get checked, and one of them found a melanoma too. So important to share and spread the word. I hope this Valentines day finds you happy and healthy. Very Best.
This is a post every woman needs to see. Many think this can’t happen to me. I do check once monthly, even thought I have no history. I could start the history for all I know. You’re very brave.. thank you for sharing your experience, and God Bless you.
I suppose its hight time for me to do a boobie self exam! Thank you for sharing your story with us. I have also had boob lumps removed. Not a fun thing