On Tuesday I told you about my special ultrasound I was getting. (If you didn't read that already, go do it now so I don't have to explain it all again). OK, did you read it? Great, I'll go on.
On Wednesday I went in for the ultrasound to look at this lump in my armpit. The technician and doctor immediately warned me that it could just be a lymph node that was enlarged due to it trying to filter out tattoo ink. My sister-in-law is a nurse and she had mentioned this to me before as well. It sounds kind of weird, but apparently your body will sometimes try to get rid of that foreign substance I had tattooed on/in my skin and your lymph nodes are what filter it (or something like that- I'm totally paraphrasing and probably doing a bad job, but yeah- think lymph nodes filled with tattoo ink). Funny thing was, the tech couldn't even find my lymph node, so that theory was out. After a lot of searching and shoving the thing up in my armpit a few times, they realized the "mass" I was feeling was just a large muscle. I asked why it would feel slightly bigger than usual and why it would hurt and they said I could have injured it and/or it could have had something to do with my hormones increasing now and making it more sensitive. OK, whatever. It's a big muscle. However, the tech proceeded to look around on the outside of my left breast, and that's when she noticed a different lump- a 9mm sized something right in the middle of my breast tissue.
The doctor talked to me about different kinds of lumps and how some of them end up being harmless, benign, fibroid lumps. She said they would usually just keep an eye on this one and have me report back to them if it got bigger or changed at all. But since I'm pregnant, hormonal, and my breasts are changing in preparation for the nursing I'm going to be doing in a few months, they decided to do a biopsy of it just to be sure. So I left the office with an appointment for a biopsy the following day and was sent home with a pamphlet to look over and help me prepare for it.
Sounds kind of scary, right? The doctor assured me that I'd be fine, because after all, I have all of these tattoos, so I must be a bad ass. If only she knew that I'm actually a huge weenie and I hate getting tattooed. It's not fun and I don't enjoy pain. Needless to say, I didn't sleep much that night.
Thursday morning was my appointment for the biopsy. The procedure itself wasn't too bad. They numb the area with a shot of local anesthesia. A shot in the side of your boob definitely hurts, but it started getting numb quickly so it wasn't horrible. I was told to look away when they actually did the biopsy and took the samples, but I watched it happen on the ultrasound screen and it was pretty freaky to see the huge needle going inside you. I guess I did start bleeding a bit more than usual because they accidentally hit an artery near the lump (you never want to hear an "oops!") That part wasn't fun because they had to apply some extra pressure to the area to stop the bleeding, and I was already sore as it was. I think that was the only time I actually groaned in pain during the whole procedure. The doctor told me I'd be a little extra sore now and I'd be black and blue for a few days- great. Afterwards, they stuck a patch over the area and gave me an icepack to put in my bra and sent me on my merry little way. It was only 10:20am and I was starving, so I made my husband hit the drive-thru and get me a sausage mcmuffin (I know, I know, it's bad. But I'm pregnant and I deserved it).
By the time I got home the numbing agent was already wearing off, so I pretty much went straight to my room, put on sweats, and hopped in bed to scarf my greasy breakfast and get comfortable for the day. I had about 4 1/2 hours until the kids came home from school and I needed to rest and my husband had to go to work. I took a little nap with the icepack on my boob, and dozed off and on for most of the afternoon. I got up around 2:30 to get a snack, and after about 2 minutes of standing the pain hit me really bad. The area started throbbing so badly I almost passed out. I called my husband, crying, and thankfully he had just finished up with his last scheduled appointment for the day, so he said he'd clean up and come home to help with the kids. There was no way I'd be doing anything for anyone that night. The pain was pretty intense- I was shocked at how badly it hurt.
Thankfully the first night was the worst of it, because I woke up today feeling much less sore. I mean, it hurts, but it's not the leave-you-in-tears type of pain. I was able to get up and get the kids off to school with no problems and I've just been taking it pretty easy today (hence the blogging- I'm doing this from my bed). I'm hoping tomorrow I'll feel even better.
I should be getting the results from the biopsy on Tuesday, so I'll be sure to keep you all updated on what happens. I'm totally expecting this to just be a little benign fibroid and nothing actually serious (as are the doctors), but fingers crossed everything turns out OK.