I did end up getting another biopsy taken on Monday morning, at the north side facility, with a different doctor who was FAR more compassionate and concerned with my comfort.
I had some pain after for a few hours, but mostly, I reacted to the tape. There's very little bruising and far less pain than the first 3.
Unfortunately, the biopsy came back positive also, but for a different kind of cancer.
Lobular this time. It says on line that's the 2nd most common type. At least I am staying in the common range (ductal is the most common). Not all of the tissue he withdrew was fully cancerous. Some was precancerous.
Mammography missed it. The MRI is what found it.
Anyway, while at the breast center Monday morning, they drew my blood to run the genetic testing that I thought I had 3 years ago (turns out the tech I saw there 3 years ago was fired...I could not remember if she ever drew my blood, turns out she did not. She just had me do a questionnaire).
The breast center also referred me to an oncologist, faxed all of my data over to him, and on that same day, his office called.
I have my first appointment in about an hour and a half. They felt it was important that I see him before I see the surgeon. There's a possibility that he may want me to start chemo BEFORE I have any cutting done.
Anyway, why the south side facility said nothing about an oncologist, I will never know.
I won't be going back to the south side.
I just got off the phone with the doctor who bore the bad news, and he was going to call the oncologist immediately to be sure the information is transferred over there before I arrive at 2:45.
The surgeon will also receive this new information before I see her on Tuesday.
Anybody out there who is thinking they just can't catch a break? Here's some perspective for you.
At least you aren't me right now.
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