The CAT scan of liver cysts was on Thurs. That was fine. I'm not concerned b/c I've known about these cysts for a few years, saw a specialists, and was told it was nothing to worry about. Very common. But of course, Sloan Kettering is not going to take my word for it so it had to be checked out. If something comes of it, I will be surprised.
The MRI-guided biopsy on Friday, however, was utter hell. I told them the last biopsy hurt horribly and they said, "Well, did you have it here? It won't hurt." Turns out I don't react well to the anesthetic that they use - it felt like a million needles were jabbing me before they even jabbed me with a needle! 45 minutes later and I was a total wreck! I will spare you the details except for the fact that I proclaimed loudly that "this is exactly what I wanted to avoid!" And then I started shaking uncontrollably and crying. Oh, and then they made me do another mammogram. Yahoo!
Adding to all of that, there were about 20 doctors or so observing the MRI. That freaked me out, thinking "OMG! I must be a really serious case!" Turns out they were physicians from other countries learning how to do the latest MRI biopsies. Some introduced themselves - they were from Italy and Australia. Glad I could be of some use, I guess.
Afterwards I was a total freak but managed to visit the "boutique" where they sell everything breast cancer-related. I bought 2 "bras" to sleep in (as per doctor's orders) which they just directly billed to my insurance. They had a decent selection of wigs and other paraphenalia. OMG - I can't believe I now live in the breast cancer world. I was actually excited to see what all they had because I have no idea on where to find wigs, etc. Not that I think I'm a wig person - I actually don't think I am. But Max requested that I wear a wig to his yet-to-be scheduled soccer games. We will see.
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