Tuesday, August 19, 2014

The only bad thing about Boobs - Mammograms

Here lately, we've been trucking along by taking it easy and not doing much of anything except seeing doctors, home health for dressing changes, and a physical therapist 2 to 3 times per week.  But during the drudgery of the rehabbing schedule, Tami was due for her mammogram.  She has been pretty diligent about getting her exams and she figured while we were available to get it done, that we might as well get it done now.  So I took her down last week for her appointment.

The back history of these exams with Tami is that about 5 years ago she had her first examination.  Even though she was really getting this done before the age that they recommend, (if I remember correctly, its because the results are not as reliable due to the density of the breast tissue before the age of 40 - I think that's right) she has such a strong history of it in her family, she thought she would be a little bit more proactive in this area of her medical wellness.  Well 5 years ago, they found an area of calcification that required a biopsy (yeah, we were freakin' out just a little.)  It turned out to be nothing to worry about and of course we both could breathe a little better.  Seems like whenever there is a medical scare like this, every aspect of your lives gets put on hold until somebody tells you there's nothing to worry about, then its life as normal.

But her latest examination was this past Thursday - and when it was over, you just hope they don't call again - no news is good news.  But that changed on Friday.  I was taking her to the dentist when she got a call from the mammography office that she needed to come in for additional pictures and a sonogram - they had found an area of granulation tissue that needed a closer look.  So then the worry sets in.  From the small bit of information I could gather off the internet (while Tami wasn't looking), they can't really tell the difference between a cyst and cancer, so they take additional pictures and order a sonogram to distinguish between the two.  The next appointment available was this past Monday - so we got to spend the weekend not talking about it and hoping Monday didn't get here too soon (in fact, Tami didn't even know I was worried about it like I was.)  But it seems that the "worst case scenario" kept running through my mind - "ya know, she's young, even if there is something there, she'll get through it, and besides, this would still be in an early stage because she gets her exams pretty regularly."  

But soon after the call on Friday, Tami admits that "cancer is the last thing I need right now."  But I really didn't want to alarm our boys - because there was really nothing to tell anyway, no sense in worrying for no reason - so I didn't tell them.  

But sure as shit, Monday did quickly arrive and we found ourselves back at the breast office.  I tried to keep myself busy surfing the internet on my phone, but its easy to get distracted.  To make matters worse, about 45 min after Tami went back, I was called to the back also.  That's when bad things really started to enter my brain at break-neck speeds and promises and prayers quickly come to the defense.  

In the end, the areas of concern were nothing but harmless cysts and there is nothing to worry about.  But the reason for this post is to let you know how good God is.  He answered this prayer with a "yes."   And to keep my promise that I made to him over this past weekend, here is my post officially thanking him for it.

Now we can get back to this sailing plan we have - life needs to quit getting in our way, we're ready to go.


  1. Glad to hear that you are back to the sailing plan!!!
    Deborah S/V Wrightaway

  2. Glad to hear all is good with the boobs :)

    We just posted our answers to your questions for the Liebster Award. We hope you like them.

    Mark and Cindy
    s/v Cream Puff

  3. Cool, I will go check out your answers.

  4. Been there done that. So happy that she is well.

    S/V Kintala