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Archive for the month “January, 2011”


On Monday, 6 days ago, I started noticing that Nathan was not acting like he normally does.  He was clingy, sleepy, and didn’t want to eat much.  I did not notice a fever. Tuesday he started to feel warm that night, but no new symptoms appeared and Monday’s symptoms continued.  All day Wednesday, he had a higher temperature (102) that would not come down even with OTC fever medication.  Thursday, his temp went up again and then he had a bowel movement with a good bit of blood.  I made an appointment to see his doctor as soon as he would see him.  The doctor checked his bottom for fissures (cuts caused by constipation) and found none.  If the bleeding wasn’t from a visible cut, then it must be from inside.  So he sent us over to Children’s Hospital to the ER with a referral to have his colon evaluated via ultrasound. The ultrasound was normal, so they sent us home and said that his fever was due to a unknown virus.

He had fever until Saturday and the fever went away. However, I noticed that he was developing a rash Saturday night.  He had a few spots behind his ears, the base of his scalp by his neck, on his face and *I think* a few spots on his back and chest.  This morning he had more dense spots on his face, behind his ears, the entire back of his head under his hair, and a few more spots on his chest and back.  Over the course of the morning, his fever spiked again and his rash/spots has become more and more dense.  No other symptoms are present.

Sunday, his rash grew more sense and spread to his diaper area. No fevers. Called after hours nurse and they gave me instructions.

Monday morning- the rash looked tons better and seems to be fading.


Breast Surgeon Visit, Cancer Work-up

Warning: If you have issues with medical terms and descriptions, please skip this post.  I also mention breast-related female anatomy terms.  This post is very detailed and intended for other women out there who may be facing the same scary situation.

Today was my appointment with the breast cancer surgeon over at the Christ Hospital Cancer Center.  Since Nathan was sick the night before, it was decided that C would stay at home with him while I drove myself to the appointment.  So I did.

I pulled up into the VIP slots in the parking garage denoted with signs saying, “Cancer Patients Only.”  I watched a woman, perhaps in her early 50’s, as she too parked in the special parking place.  As I attempted to shoot C a quick text message saying that I had arrived at the Center, I watched as the woman slowly limped along with her cane into the building.  The sign and the woman served as a reminder that this tiny little lump is serious business.

I hopped out of my SUV and headed on in.  I passed by a wall with a collage of names, like a memorial wall of sorts. I was horrified, I mean why on earth would a Cancer Center hang up all of their deceased patients’ names for current patients to see?  I took a closer look, briefly, and realized that it was actually a list of honorable staff, thank goodness, and not a noteworthy case of public relations gone bad. I found my way to the sign-in desk, where I met the first of many very friendly, positive staff members at the Cancer Center.  She smiled sweetly and pointed me to another office where another kind soul waited for me.  I went in and sat down by the woman’s desk.  I noticed that she had one of those cute pinky fingers that curved in a hyper-extended fashion, like little kids sometimes have. She gathered the necessary insurance information and placed a hospital bracelet on my wrist.  This alarmed me, and I mentioned that I was just there for a check-up, nothing more, so did I really need to wear this bracelet? Turns out I did, as does everyone who is seen there.  She then asked me to take a seat in the Resource Room and to help myself to food and coffee,  so I did.

I walked into the room and looked around.  The room was a good size with half glass walls on most of the walls, very modern and tranquil.  There was a huge, beautiful salt-water bow-front fish aquarium complete with brightly colored exotic fish and a full array of corals and stationary invertebrates.  It reminded me of the movie, “Finding Nemo” because they had a fish of the same species as Dora. The walls were lined with row after row of cancer-related pamphlets, living will information, pain control, and hospice care. I tried not to look at those. Instead, I went into their refreshments room and helped myself to coffee and fig newton snacks. I found myself feeling dazed and focused all at the same time.  I focused on insignificant details, like which flavor of coffee creamer to add to my drink, and if this particular cup would taste better with one sugar or two.

An older man with a hunched back entered the small room and so I quickly added two packs of sugar and headed back into the Resource Room.  The coffee was too sweet- one packet would have sealed the deal.

A dazed-looking 30-ish year old woman sat adjacent to me. We did not look at each other, and if she did look at me, I am not so sure that she even noticed me.  She had long hair, it was not a wig, so I assumed she was probably a new patient.  I looked around the room at the other patients. A few older women were on the computers in the room. They had hats on but looked fine to me.  A few patients leaned heavily on canes or their spouses way before their time. A blonde-headed lady glanced my way and smiled, which I returned, but she was too far away to attempt conversation. So I mostly just sat and waited, sipping my too-sweet coffee and making a total mess of my fig newton cookie.  I grew bored after a few minutes and longed for my Kindle to read, or that my iPhone would have service in the bowels of the hospital. I had neither, and recalled a game my brother and I used to play with Fig Newtons cookies.  We would break off a piece, then smoosh the sticky ends together and hold it upright. Whoever had the longest-standing cookie won the game.

Fifteen minutes passed. Another friendly face came and got me to take me back to the examining room.  The lady was cheery and said, almost to herself, “They told me to look for ‘that pretty little thing’ to find you and Ooop! There you are!”

I popped the rest of the cookie into my mouth and gathered my things to follow her.  Then disaster happened: My cochlear implant beeped two times, signaling that the batteries were about to go out.  Seriously? Now? My stupid batteries were going to go out now and leave me unable to understand the surgeon who I have waited two weeks to see?!? I found a pack of batteries in my purse and was hopeful for a second, which deflated as soon as I saw that there were only two batteries in the pack and I needed three.  I decided to just turn it off to save any remaining battery left, and then turn it on once the surgeon was in the room.

A super-sweet nurse came in and I explained my hearing situation. Thankfully, she was very easy to lipread. Something amazing happened next- the nurse actually started calling around to see if anyone could fetch me a battery for my cochlear implant! Talk about going the extra mile. Anyhow, she gathered detailed information about my family history of cancer, my medical history, and finally the details of my tumor.  I told her everything that I could possibly recall. She took my vitals and then left to report to Dr. Jennifer, my surgeon. A short time later, Dr. J came into the room and I was shocked at what I saw. She was maybe 32 years old, just a few years older than myself and tall with curly hair. She offered me a firm handshake with a genuine smile and I decided right then and there that I really like her.  The rest of the appointment, she was personable and friendly, very warm and honest with me.  The super-sweet nurse (S) attended Dr. J during my evaluation.

I repeated my history and she performed a manual breast exam.  She focused on the left breast and the tumor, but had thoroughly checked my right one and under-arm area as well as my neck and collar bone areas. She laid me back on the table and felt the tumor.  I showed her the newborn tumor and she said that it was very small.  I mentioned that the left breast feels differently from my right in general, she strongly agreed with me, saying words like “lumpy” and “dense tissue.”  After feeling the tumors and viewing my ultrasound pictures, I asked her if she agrees with the 90% benign offered by the radiologists.  She danced around it, not offering a number but saying that although the tumor looks benign, it is not behaving like a benign growth based on my history and recent developments.  I asked if she could give me an 80% percent benign estimate, she frowned but decided to give me that number.  Hope is a powerful thing. She was honest with me, and I liked that regardless of outcome.

She said she wanted to do the core needle biopsy right then and there. I felt very nervous because it was unexpected and so I did not have any time to mentally prepare for it. I changed into a gown that opened in the front and huddled in the warm blanket that the nurse offered me.  A table filled with biopsy equipment was wheeled in behind her.  She explained the process as I layed back on the table and injected me with lidocaine to numb the area. It burned a little, about like a brief wasp sting.  I focused on the black speckled ceiling tiles above me, searching for patterns before deciding to just count them.

One, two, three, I thought to myself as she then took a scapel and made a small cut above the tumor.

Four, Five, Six…I felt an odd tugging sensation followed by a sharp prick when she sliced an area not numbed.  She apologized and S, the nurse, offered me her hand and rubbed my shoulder comfortingly.

Seven, eight, nine…Dr. J then took the actual needle-gun and placed it above the tumor.  She shot the needle into the tumor with an audible click and I felt a little burning and stinging where it had punctured me. I instinctively jumped a little. She pulled the needle out which was trailed by a two inch long sliver of biopsy material, presumably a cross-section of the actual tumor. I was relieved when it was done. It was much more simple and painless than I had expected. I was glad the worse was over.

Then she said that she wanted to get one more sample.

My body came to the rescue and started to bleed. Profusely. A lot like a stuck pig in fact. I soaked through a handful of gauges while she applied firm pressure to the wound.  I kept on bleeding. I asked her if it was due to what I thought was increased blood flow/vessels on the sonogram image of the tumor.  She smiled and said, “Yes, it indeed does…and I just hit a big one.”  She explained that excessive bleeding is very rare, that I was just the “lucky patient.”  I kept bleeding for a few more handfuls of gauges and finally the stinker behaved itself and clotted the vessel. She decided the lone sample would be enough.

She said that she wanted to test me for specific breast cancer gene mutations, because my mother had tested positive.  She wanted to check my prolactin levels, the hormones responsible for milk production. My history strongly supports the symptoms of a pituitary tumor.  After reading the list of symptoms, I can see that the diagnosis would explain quite a bit- everything from my inability to conceive to my heart issues to the fact that my milk factories started operations before a pregnancy and had never really stopped.

The problem is that I will have to do an MRI with contrast.  To have this done, I have to have small magnets removed from just under my skin where my cochlear implants are. I would have done it today but the only surgeons who are willing to touch cochlear implants were both out of town. Plus, they would have to give me Benadryl to prevent possible allergic reaction to the dye and I would need a ride home to avoid a DUI of sorts. Fine with me. We planned to do the magnet excision and MRI scan next week, TBA.

Warning: graphic info ahead…

Next, she wanted a mammogram. So S the nurse and I walked over to the Woman’s Imaging Center.  Let me just say that I do not understand why women are terrified of mammograms. While it is a little uncomfortable, they only squeeze the breast for a brief moment while they snap the picture. However, I had just had a biopsy done and they had to squish my girls into impossible shapes, think ‘pancake’ and you get the idea. Then things got gross. It turns out that the biopsy needle had also punctured a milk duct or two, so when they squeezed the breast, it was blood instead of milk that came out.  I was alarmed as the blood puddled on the x-ray platform before threatening, seriously, to fall onto my shoes below. Gross.

I chatted with the mammogram nurse, who was sweet (see a pattern here?) and talkative in a warm, reassuring manner. She shared with me story after story and I gasped and ooo-ed and wow-ed in response while trying my best to stand still and keep my chin out of the way of the picture.  There was pretty much no way to avoid the awkwardness of standing in a cold room topless with a stranger, so talking was a welcomed distraction.  I handled it like a pro.

She told me stories about how her mom valiantly fought breast cancer and won, only to die of lung cancer shortly after because she refused to give up smoking. She told me a story of a young woman who got married and moved off with her fiance, and was diagnosed with breast cancer six months after their wedding. The new husband told this woman that “he didn’t sign up for this (cancer)” and left her. The nurse and I talked animatedly about the disgraced husband’s future seat in hell, with dreamy smiles on our faces. Turns out that the woman’s story had a happy ending.  She beat cancer and remarried later on to a wonderful man. Good riddance, as far as we were concerned.

After the mammogram, which the radiologists said that he could see the nodule but it was inconclusive, I headed back over to the Cancer Center for the blood draw.  A lady sat in the small waiting area near me. I was shocked at how beautiful she appeared and told her how beautiful she looks.  She was flattered and we struck up a conversation. Turns out that she has breast cancer and I immediately recognized the post-chemo glow.  I’m not talking about from radiation. I mean that every single patient, including my mom and grandmother, once their hair grows to around 3 inches, they look more beautiful than ever. Honest injun.  I think it has something to do with changes at the cellular level, and I guess it is just an unexpected blessing, like a new start after chemo. She also had a radical mastectomy with reconstruction, and said she would do it again in a heartbeat. She was proud of her perky new girls. It was just the two of us, so we spoke openly and she stuck out her chest to display her perky new girls, her trophy from her battle with cancer.  After the last needle puncture, I was sent on my way to await further instructions regarding more tests and to wait on my pathology (biopsy, mutation tests, hormone tests) results.

I came home with a massive headache. Hugged my handsome boys and laid down to rest.


Our Home is our Sanctuary

Tuesday morning the church that I have been going to held their bi-monthly moms’ group meeting.  It is a group for moms and we do crafts for one meeting, then we alternate and do bible study as it relates to rearing children, being a woman and a wife, and keeping a Godly home.  I really enjoy this group.

I arrived there and dropped Nathan off in the church’s daycare nursery, then headed into the room where the meeting is held.  I was really excited to see all of my new mom friends and even met another mom who is from Hattiesburg, Mississippi,  where I lived during college.

This meeting was a bible study about creating a safe, secure home away from the chaos of the world and also thinking of the home as a training ground for preparing children for their eventual flight from the nest as young adults.  I had honestly never thought of my home like that. We considered the hard questions:

  • When we (parents and children) arrive home, do we feel a sense of relief, peace, warmth, security, and loved?
  • If not, what in our home environment is keeping us from allowing our home to be our sanctuary?

I was reminded of my duty to create a sanctuary for my husband. For him personally, that means keeping the house clean, welcoming him home with a hug, managing our food and meals. The part that was a new revelation to me is that prior to this meeting, I always thought that how clean our home is or how many times a week I cook is really up to my personal preferences, and if he complained then I just needed to step it up a notch for a little while.  This is because what I was doing at home worked for me and was enough to make my home my sanctuary.  I thought that if it is good enough for me, then it should be good enough for him, right?

Wrong. Here’s why:

I realized that this is his home too and that I have a duty, out of love and respect, to fulfill his criteria of a home sanctuary.  It is what makes him feel at peace while he is in our home, and it is part of our marriage vows and my duty as his wife that I do this for him.

For Nathan, and for most children, it means that I provide a calm, loving environment with predictability and consistency in our home.  It is my duty as a parent to do this for him.  Whatever kind of home I provide for him is what he will use later on to define his criteria for his personal home sanctuary.  Everything will be relative to his experience growing up here.  He may say that he wants his future home to have more/less animals, be more/less clean, have more/less cooked meals, and so forth.

Why is this fact so important? Because the home I provide for him, since it will define his future notion of what he wants his home to be like, also directly impacts the kind of qualities in a wife he will look for and thus the kind of home my grandchildren will grow up in.

Yeah, I know, that’s pretty deep for someone with a bad case of mommy brain like myself. But it is true and this knowledge has instilled in me a deeper sense of how important it is to create a loving, warm home for my husband and son.  🙂

15 Months


Nathan was being SO bad today!  He was deliberately testing me today as he repeatedly got into things that he knows he is not allowed to do (curio cabinet, trash, recycle bin).  By repeatedly, I mean a dozen times each and most often in a row.  For example:

He opened the trash lid, I scolded him and redirected him. He did this a half a dozen times, often while looking me in the eye and easing his hands toward the forbidden trash can.  He signed that he wanted his bottle. I turned to fix his bottle and then saw him dig into the trash again. I scolded and redirected, offering him his favorite toy. He slapped it out of my hands.  I turned back to fix his bottle.  He went and opened the pots and pans cabinet door. I told him no and to close the door, which he did. He again looked me in the eye as he eased his hand toward the forbidden door.  I said no, he pretended to walk off, I then resumed bottle-fixing.  He went and opened the curio drawer. I ran to close it and told him no. While I picked up my fine silver off of the floor, he went back and helped himself into the pots and pan cabinet.

I closed it and kept it closed with my foot because my hands were once again attempting to fix his bottle for him. He bit my foot….

and so it goes on and on and on….

He took a nap.  He then woke up and was cranky and fussy.  That’s when I began to suspect that maybe he was not feeling well.  He lacked any definitive symptoms no cough, fever, or GI symptoms were present. However, his unusual behavior, crankiness, and clinging to me raised the alarm that something must not be right. As of now, tonight, he has not shown any symptoms but is still misbehaving.

By the time C got home this afternoon, I was feeling very irritated.  I felt guilty because he could be feeling bad and Moms are not supposed to feel irritated.  (It is a double standard though, because Dads are allowed to be impatient and irritated while Moms are not and it is frowned upon if they are).

Regardless, I am proud because even when I am irritated with misbehavior, I stay calm and consistent with him.  I do not act impatient toward him and I am proud of this.

Days like today really make me appreciate what all of the other moms out there go trough as well, especially those with several  children and single moms.  Lots of moms out there do not have the luxury of a helpful spouse to help make those trying days better.  A huge hats off to all of you moms out there! (And THANK you C!)

Pretty Stinking Scared

I almost titled this post by accident, Scared to Death. It was just the first title that came to mind, but I caught it and decided that I seriously do not need to even be thinking about that particular “D” word.

I found another tumor.

At least I think that is what it is.  My heart absolutely dropped when I felt this new one for the first time. It is about 1.5 inches away from the diagnosed tumor in the direction closest to my sternum, radiating away from the nipple and the tumor.  It feels the exact same as the big tumor used to feel. It is small, about the size of half of a pea.  It is a palpable and solid mass.  This worries me.

I am concerned because even if it is benign, this means even more surgery for me, or a more extensive one from the minor lumpectomy that I envisioned.  I mean, if this keeps up, then wouldn’t at some point exist the possibility of having a radical mastectomy?  I looked online to explore what this is like for a younger person in terms of reconstruction and found this blog:


Anyhow, I am going to call my doctor Monday to let her know of what I found.  I can’t find anything which supports spreading tumors (if that is what this is) in a favorable light.  Even if it is a benign fibroadenoma, studies show that having multiple fibroadenomas increases your risk of breast cancer.  With one fibroadenoma, I will have about a 2-4% increased risk for developing cancer over the course of my lifetime.  I was reading also about what is the usual protocol for multiple fibroadenomas. I definitely have a ton of questions for the breast surgeon.  I can’t help but to wonder why didn’t they see this second possible tumor in the original sonograms?  I read this study that said that only around 82% of biopsy-proven fibroadenomas were visualized in sonography.  Another fact that worries me is that even with sonography and a biopsy diagnosis of fibroadenoma, 5% of patients are incorrectly diagnosed because their tumor is actually cancer.

There is a slight risk that the benign tumor can change into cancer. I read that, “About 50% of these tumors were lobular carcinoma in situ (LCIS), 20% were infiltrating lobular carcinoma, 20% were ductal carcinoma in situ (DCIS), and the remaining 10% were infiltrating ductal carcinoma. The clinical, sonographic and mammographic findings are usually similar to those of benign fibroadenomas,and the malignant changes are often noted only when the fibroadenoma is excised.” If it is a fibroadenoma, then it may end up resolving on its own if it is not removed.  The average “lifetime” of a fibroadenoma is around 15 years.

Anyhow…I will keep reading more tomorrow.  I am tired now and have to get up early for church tomorrow.  I found that writing this post and doing some research has made me feel a little better about it.  Certainly less anxious about things and more empowered to face whatever in the world these little buggers are that have made themselves at home in my body.

Called the surgeon…

Friday I had several video relay phone messages regarding my breast surgeon appointment with Dr. Jennifer M. at the cancer center in Cinci.   I called the following Monday because they were closed by the time I got those phone messages, but they were apparently closed on Monday as well.  I left two messages for them to call me back, saying that they can schedule me for any day and any time for this week and to just let me know when and I will be there.

I never received a call back, so I called them again on Tuesday after lunch around 3pm.  They said that they did not have any openings and that I would just have to wait until the 28th to go see her. Sighs.  I was careful not to get my hopes up about potentially scheduling earlier and getting this whole thing over with as soon as possible.

As a side note I had absolutely horribly pouch pain today.  Even when I took the pain medication, I had trouble walking due to the pain and I don’t know why today is particularly bad.  The usual natural pain relief things I do have barely made a dent in the pain. I will just grin and bear it and not let it get me down.

Anyhow, lots of new things have been happening in Nathan’s development at 16 months old.

He can talk.  I had no idea until a hearing person pointed it out to me. He can ask, “What is it?” while signing that he wants a bottle, to go night night, or food.  After she pointed it out, I started to pay closer attention to his enunciation and I am starting to rapidly learn his particular style.  He pronounces it like, “Wah-TEE ees et.”  He also says “Tickle tickle tickle!” and it lipreads like a rapid-fire “Tickah-tickuh-tickuh” which is very similar to how we say it.

He can say “It is baby” and Mommy Baby, referring to me calling him Mommy’s baby.  When C comes home he says “It daddy! It daddy. It daddy!”    If he gets into something and I fuss at him, he says “Bad baby, baby bad” with a charming smile on his face. He also asks me, “What is that” and it looks like he is saying “ah ees tat.” He says several other things and sentences but I have not been able to decipher it yet. I am hoping to get with some hearing friends and have them help me out with it.

He understands sentences well in both sign and speech.  For example, I can either completely sign only or tell him verbally that he has more food on his table or to find a ball and bring it to me. The other day, I signed CAT to  him and he went and got his book with the cat picture in it.  When he sees a dinosaur in his book, he says “Roooaaaar!”

He has an impressive sense of justice.  If I take something from him that he knows he is not supposed to have, he usually willingly gives it up  without much ado.  However, if he knows it is ok for him to have, he immediately starts to cry and just crumbles, as if he is genuinely hurt that I would be so unfair.  I almost always give it back once I realize that I had mistakenly taken something from him and tell him that I am sorry and that it is alright.  Once it is back in his hand, he smiles and resumes his activity.  He is a sweet, sensitive child.

I’m starting to work on teaching him more signs and verbal words.  I am just not confident yet with verbal language and him so I mainly focus on signing and speaking the words to him.  He still comes up with alternative means of communication. When he is done eating, he throws his food on the floor.  It is nothing new, he has been doing that for as long as he has had finger food.  However, what is new is that now when he is done with his bath, he’ll start throwing his toys out of the tub as well.  🙂

One of the cuter things that he does is that when C comes home, he usually picks him up and holds him while he talks to me about his day. Nathan, however, wants his dad’s full attention so he will grab C’s face and physically make C turn and look back at him instead of at me!

He also mimics both of us if we fuss at him.  He will say Mommy or daddy followed by a stern tongue-lashing in absolute gibberish.  It’s pretty cute.


I finally gave in and found some toddler games for him to play with.  I was absolutely shocked at how quickly he grasped the concept of this spelling game.  For this game, it has a picture of something, like a cat for example. At the bottom of the screen is a card with one letter each on it, spelling CAT. The letters are scrambled, not in order.  The object is to correctly move the correct card into the matching slot to spell the word CAT.  I showed him a few times and then he physically moved my hands out of the way so he could do it and he did it!

I am going to find some more games for him to play on my phone since he really enjoys it.

Cute Spring toddler Styles!

One of the perks of being a mom, at least for me, is that I get an excuse to browse all of the cute clothes and shoes designed for itsy bitsy ones.  Here are some cute things that I found for Spring:

Tumor Detective

Well this morning we headed back to the Women’s Imaging center for the needle core biopsy. We arrived and they couldn’t find my name in their schedule.  I waited and then a nurse came out to talk to me.  She explained that my general physician (GP) received my results for the ultrasound of the tumor. My GP consulted with the breast surgeon, Dr. M, and wants me to go in to see her asap to discuss my treatment plan. I can’t tell if this is a bad sign, but this next fact certainly is:

My GP, who did the blood work-up, has not called me to discuss the results. She ALWAYS calls as soon as she gets it to let me know that the results are normal, or that she wants to see me in her office to discuss the results. (Did she find something and include it in my file for the breast surgeon, Dr. M?)

As I mentioned before, I called the breast surgeon earlier this week and got an appointment very soon after.  However, due to the snow, I had to cancel it.  Big mistake.  Now I wished that I had just swallowed my fear of driving on ice and drove my butt to her office. I mean seriously, WALKING there would have been preferable than dealing with waiting and not knowing what’s wrong with me.  While at the imaging center today, I said that I would go to Dr. M’s office and make my appointment.  The nurse said that she could just call from there to schedule it. Unfortunately, I can’t get in until two weeks from now.  They asked if I was ok with waiting that long, and I said yes, after all, it’s likely benign right? The nurse said nothing.  Their office asked if I had any calcification, and I said that I did not know, but the doctor who did the ultrasound did not point that out to me.

I was given my results report along with the scans.  It did not mention any calcification.  I breathed a sign of relief since I assumed that “no calcification” was good news.  I thought that perhaps knowing this one fact would have the power to erase my fears. Once I got home, I googled it and read that calcifications are actually wonderful because it means that the tumor is benign. Darn it.

While on the computer, I went ahead and scoured reputible sources for any information that I could find.  What I found left me feeling icky.

I found out that there are three tumors that mimic the benign tumor that I am thought to have (fibroandenoma).  Given that my mom’s tumor was “well-defined,” I am concerned.  These three cancerous tumors are: pyllodes tumor, mucinous, and medullary carcinomas.  I looked at my ultrasound results, compared them to others online with these tumors and it looks very similar.

The other thing that scares me is that the pyllodes tumor grows rapidly and usually diagnosed around 2cm. My tumor has grown rapidly to 1.4cm in size and does not appear to be done growing.

Unfortunately, the best way to biopsy this is via an open biopsy which is supposed to be more accurate than the core needle one.  This certainly fits my case with the canceled biopsy and breast surgeon consult.

Anyhow…just thought I would write (blog) about this.  Writing about it usually helps me feel better, getting it out of my mind and allows me to put the issue aside.








Canceled Appointment to Meet with Breast Surgeon

We got bombarded with snow and so I ended up canceling today’s appointment.  C made a very valid point about waiting to see the surgeon after my biopsy results.  Surely lumpectomies are different for benign tumors verses malignant, right? So I am planning on waiting until Monday or Tuesday’s biopsy results to schedule again.

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