Well, things have been pretty quiet here since missing my Grandmother’s unveiling. That one hit me hard – the repercussions of which are still setting my head spinning . . . but that is a subject for another post on another day (that is Still processing).
On to today’s topic. My post-active-treatment (except for my second and hopefully last reconstructive surgery) life Does in fact go on, one day at a time.
Since my last post, we’ve had The Great Anti-Hormonal Experiment of 2013 – which was an unqualified failure, and is now over! (Ten days on Tamoxifen before I became near completely non-functional, then [after a detox period] Six days on Raloxifene [Pre-menopausal use is apparently a new off-label use of what was only a post-menopausal drug] to start going down the same road as Tamoxifen).
My medical oncologist doesn’t know I stopped taking the second one. Why not? Well, making that phone call, then being basically “on call” during my working hours for his call-back to tell him that was not going to change the fact that I’m not taking it anymore. I need to not be “on call” for a doctor calling me back every goddamn workday of my life. And I’m seeing him again in two weeks (geez, has it really been almost three months since my last in-person visit with him Already?!) anyway, so I’ll tell him then.
Which basically skims over some shit I’ve been dealing with, the details of which may or may not ever “grace” the pages of this, my blog, to turn a phrase (:)), and catches us up to last week.
I made yesterday’s appointment six months ago – in August of last year – at my last cancer surgery follow up appointment.
First, they call me the week before the appointment to tell me that I have to come in an hour earlier than it was scheduled (thereby taking Another hour off work – which I have to make up) because there won’t be a radiologist there to read the films. I’m sorry, what?
So, I deal with this, then try to make sure I’m getting Both a mammogram And an ultrasound.
You see, I have dense breasts, so having a mammogram alone actually isn’t even going to tell us what we want to know. Therefore, I’m not going to go in and get my tender girls mauled for basically no good reason (and to Not get the information we’re trying to get).
Then I show up to see the work Unilat on my paperwork? Is that, um, “Unilateral?” As in they’re just going to test one side? Um, no.
They’re both here, check them both.
I’m told that insurance won’t pay for checking the right boob (i.e., the one on the right side of my body, and the one that did not have cancer in it last year) because it has been less than a year since it was checked and I can come back in June (in three months from now) to check that one.
So, you’re saying my two breasts are going to be on separate mammogram schedules? Um, please refer to my comment above – NO! That’s just stupid, and although I didn’t do stupid well before cancer – let me tell you I do it even less well now. They’re both here now and I’m not going anywhere until they’re both checked out – thanks for playing!
I went half-postal on almost half a dozen people in that place getting them to understand that we were checking Both of my breasts, and if necessary I would have the “that’s just Stupid!” conversation with my insurance company.
But it turns out it won’t be necessary. You see, they found something in my right breast on the ultrasound. They tell me it looks like a cyst and my cancer surgeon gave me a choice of “wait and watch” or biopsy.
Hm, let me think – I’ve had breast cancer WITHIN THE LAST CALENDAR YEAR! So, I’m NOT so much in a ‘wait and watch’ frame of mind – let’s stick that bitch and know for sure!
So, tomorrow morning at 8:00 am I’m having my second breast biopsy in less than a year.
- Reasons for Scheduling an Ultrasound After a Mammogram (breastcancer.answers.com)
- Benefits of Scheduling Ultrasound Breast Imaging (breastcancer.answers.com)
- Ultrasound for Breast Cancer Detection (everydayhealth.com)
- Everybody Has Been Feeling Me Up (imightbetheproblem.com)