A year ago the hubby and I were living in our city apartment enjoying happy hours within walking distance and spending Sundays in bed. We were also, sort of kind of, trying to get pregnant. The point is, we had very few responsibilities. Pay bills, go to work, have fun- that was it. We knew it then, but we really really know it now, that those were our last days like that. We love our house, our son, and we will eventually get to a new normal and fall in love with that too. But right now, it's hard. I'm being selfish probably. I miss impromptu dates with my husband, wandering from store to store, and coming and going as I please. Being a new parent is hard, breastfeeding takes up hours and hours of everyday, and I think I'll eventually get used to the revolving door attached to our house (visitors). I know everyone wants to see our amazing little creation, I know.
Today brought another not so normal event. I had a biopsy done on a tumor in my right breast. The procedure was simple. I was awake, it took only 30 minutes. Not a big deal. They did a guided needle biopsy, and took 3 samples. It was not painless, they started before I was numb and I bled a lot. I got really lightheaded. It just wasn't fun. My boob hurts! Luckily I have leftover codeine from delivering Owen.
I've had the tumor since 2009 and had it checked out every 6 months with no changes and the doctors were never concerned. They say it's probably a fibroadenoma, which is a benign tumor. But then, it grew and appeared different on my ultrasound last week. So the biopsy is just to be safe. I'll have results by Friday.
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