This biopsy procedure will be different from the one I had previously. In 2020, I laid on my back, and the tech watched on a monitor while he inserted the needle to the desired area and then you feel a tug, which is grabbing a sample of the tissue and voilà, biopsy collected. If you’re wondering if I asked to look at it, of course I did. It looked like someone blew their nose. You’re welcome.
Today’s biopsy would be different. I was positioned on my stomach while my boob went through a hole on the table. The table then lifts up so that the doctors are literally sitting on chairs with my big boob hanging above them like a chandelier. I wish I had a picture of that. I’d call it chic-modern, definitely not farmhouse style.
Before anything really happens, I tell them about the lump I’ve been feeling. They too feel it, and to comfort me, they do go back to look at my initial ultrasounds. It’s noted that this ‘lump’ was identified during the ultrasound, but no one seems to be able to explain why it seems so dominate now. Whatever, let’s just get on with it and do the biopsy for what they believe to be more concerning. So there I was laying face down, I can’t see what they’re doing, but there is an extremely compassionate nurse standing beside the table, holding my hand and telling me how great I’m doing. It was comforting. I don’t know her exact job title, but her name was Michele and she was the ‘mother’ of the room and I appreciated every gentle stroke on my hand that she did while they completed the procedure.
We went to CarMax, traded in our car and got a new one and Hooters was a 45 minute wait. Losers.