Once again I was photographed by the enormous breast clamp. The radiology nurse said breast pain reduces as you age. "How much older do I have to get exactly?" She didn't know but was quite amused. I snapped the photo while she took my pictures to the TTR for her expert opinion.
10 minutes later back she came. "We have to do an ultrasound." Meek as a lamb I tripped along after her with my coat on , like a secret flasher.
More contrasts.
This is what I could see supine on the bed, as my right breast was painfully examined with the ultrasound device. On screen the tissue looked greyish, and the cysts were revealed as contrasting black holes.
The nurse kept apologising as I kept wincing with the pain. I've become a real wuss and I think my constant low level pain makes me more wussy when I experience any additional pain.
"Ooh that doesn't look too good" I say when I see a mucky looking cyst. (I can cast an opinion now that I'm an expert on breast ultrasounds.) So I wasn't surprised when 15 mins later the TTR came in to talk to me. All my old cysts are there, but smaller, she says. She restarts the ultrasound, and goes over the mucky cyst.
"I'm a little concerned, but it does look like debris, which you're allowed to have. I'll send the pics and report to the Breast Surgeon Supreme, and he may decide it needs to be drained. But I think it's Ok really."
It's never black and white is it?
No, it is never black and white and I am hoping that all will be ok. I can't quite see you as a flasher!!!! ;)
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