My Boob Hurts

Tomorrow I’ll tell you the (hypothetical) story about photographers in San Francisco, and one of them hypothetically breaking into a building.  [And, also, what it was like being lost inside the very same building (in the pitch dark) at night.]

Today, my boob hurts.

Yesterday, was a looooong day.

The computers went down at the breast center, so they were running behind.

To get caught up,

They left me sitting around for two and a half hours, all the time telling me I was “next” to be taken care of.

In the meantime, they did mammograms on everyone in South Orange County.

(Apparently mammograms are a bigger priority to them than patients who need biopsies.)

Once they got “caught up,” with MANY, MANY, patients who had appointments AFTER mine –

And once, I told them I was fed up with the two and a half hour wait – and leaving ….

They got around to doing my biopsy.

The doctor doing the biopsy was different than the doctor who ordered the biopsy.

She decided to do a more involved type of biopsy than I’d been told I’d be getting “just to be on the safe side.”

I suppose the amount of pain from a breast biopsy is determined by where it’s located in the breast.

And how deep they have to go.

And how many “samples” they take.

And how much tissue they take with each sample.

And whether or not you’re on your period and already have sore boobs before they even start.

Did I mention they also inserted a titanium “marker” into my breast – and it will stay inside me forever?

The radiologist(s) will see it on all future mammograms.  It lets them know exactly where I’ve been biopsied.

(Bionic tits for the win?!!)

Suffice it to say, my boob hurts more than I expected it to.

(I really expected the whole thing to be “nothing” – so maybe my expectations were off-base to begin with?  Also, the biopsy itself hurt less than the discomfort that arrived several hours later.)

I have an ace bandage tightly wound around my chest, smashing my chest flat.

As instructed, I’ve kept ice packs on the incision site.

I also have to skip PT this week, which is SO not cool when I really NEED it after several days of shooting.

(This was another unexpected, negative, consequence of the unplanned-more-involved biopsy.)

I know, in the grand scheme of life, this experience is not a big deal.

And yet …?

It’s been a stressful, uncomfortable, experience.

I’m sure by the end of today, I’ll be back to normal or close to it.

I do bounce back from setbacks fairly quickly.

(Well, except for that whole disabled/nerve-damaged arm thing ….)

My biopsy results will be back by the end of the week.

I expect them to be fine.


It’s hard to shake off the experience.

I spent the day surrounded by good women and sad stories.

My heart was touched deeply by each of them.

Their stories are not something I’ll forget –


Photo:  Tulip Field

8 Responses to “My Boob Hurts”

  1. Diane

    Ya… not an overly fun experience is it? I have a marker in my boobie too. 🙂

  2. Jan's Sushi Bar

    The tulip photo is gorgeous – you know how much of a sucker I am for them.

    Oi on the biopsy. I’m sorry you’re so uncomfortable, but I’m also glad they are being thorough, for your sake.

  3. LisaK

    From a longtime reader, delurking to tell you I’m sending positive thoughts your way.

  4. Jane

    When I had my gallbladder removed, the front desk forgot I was there (and I was the ONLY one in the waiting room)! My doctor was not happy. Good vibrations coming your way!


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