Saturday, March 23, 2013

Arse Over Tit

My mother has, more than once, reminded me that I am a girl not lacking in the boob department, and the mirror regularly reminds me that I'm not short of behind either. But on a more serious note, there are 2 bits that it's super important to look after.

Last autumn, I had a super stressful moment where some unusual bleeding left me with a doctor poking about between my legs, and no, it wasn't especially pleasant, but very simple, common and not especially painful procedure left me all sorted and back to normal. I wrote about how it feels to be scared, and to be worried, as a reminder to all the young women who read my blog, that it's better to be safe than sorry, and more often than not, these things are rarely as frightening as you think they're going to be. You can read the posts HERE & HERE.

Fast forward 6 months, you'd think once was enough, but I seem to be on a bit of a losing streak just for now. That other bit, that us girls have to keep a careful eye one, well it's their turn. We haven't long had Breast Cancer Awareness month (ok, October, but it doesn't feel like that long ago), and I have to say, it does it's job. When I noticed a pain in the side of one of my breasts, I got myself in the good girls' club, and dropped off to my Dr.

Good news- breast pain is a rare sign of breast cancer, I'm only 23 and I have no history of breast or ovarian cancer in my family (both of which are genetically linked). Annoying news, I still had to head to St Bartholomew's Hospital last week.

After my experiences in the autumn, I have been desperately determined not to stress. I worried and worried, then stressed some more about all the possibilities that could arise. And it turned out to be one of the most common gynaecological problems that are found in young women. I think I did pretty well. I got into my zone of persuading myself that it's probably something and nothing, and got on with it all, as you do.

It came as somewhat of a surprise when the surgeon I saw explained that there was a pretty well defined and not insignificant lump in my breast. I don't think anyone really ever expects that. As a young woman, I really really had convinced myself that it would be something silly like pulling a muscle or something.

The good news for me, is that it definitively is not malignant. Despite the initial shock of the trip to St Bart's, they're really not too worried. Should it get any bigger, I think the rather severe (but still reassuring and very helpful) surgeon will be keen to get in and get this horrid invader out, but cysts and small benign lumps, apparently, aren't as uncommon as we'd all like to think.

Tuesday morning was not the most fun I've ever had, who wants to have ultrasound gel stuff smeared half across their chest, and if only the male medical student (who I was asked if he could sit in) was attractive. But much like my autumnal experiences, these things are rarely frightening if we can get over the initial 'what if' phase. And this is yet another important lesson in not being ostrich-esque about breast or gynaecological issues. Make sure you know what is normal for you, make sure you see a GP if something changes, because all of us who get away with a minor shock, you never know if one person may survive a serious disease like cancer, because they got in quickly.
SHARE:
Post a Comment
BLOGGER TEMPLATE MADE BY pipdig