Hello everyone. New to posting so apologies if I ramble. First lump at 30 after having our daughter, which thankfully turned out to be (multiple) cysts. Drained and happily sent on my way. Now 48 and four further mammograms later (3 resulting in cysts again - which unfortunately our new health authority doesn’t drain - and last resulting in core biopsy which was, hurrah, benign calcifications) I’m back again playing the waiting game after another mammogram 2 weeks ago. Received the letter yesterday saying I need to go back for further assessment next Tuesday and to expect ultrasound andor biopsy.
Sure I don’t need to tell anyone here how I’m feeling, you all know only too well. You’d think it would get easier after so many visits but it doesn’t. Trying to hold it together, don’t want to upset the kids (youngest now 10) or my dear, sweet husband who is very level headed and sensible (so much so that I’m hating myself for wanting to scream at him “but what if?”). But that nasty, spiteful little voice at the back of my head is nagging away when I drop my guard: telling me they got it wrong last time and an ugly little creature has been quietly growing away ever since and is now big and strong, thank you very much, and branching out. Imagining the worst. Half the time feeling calm and practical and planning to buy new pyjamas and cook for the freezer on Monday just in case, the other half going to pieces. Just burst into tears because I couldn’t open the gate when I got back with the dog.
Reading beautiful positive stories on here and that helps enormously but I just can’t quieten that nasty little voice. Has anyone else cracked how to make it shut up? Thanks for reading.