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In addition to protection from the rain, there are many
other kinds of umbrellas. And
as I count my blessings going into this New Year, I would like to share with
you an umbrella procedure that may have saved my life. It was a mammogram that
launched me on an unexpected medical journey for the last fourteen months.
Sentinel Columnist Betty Kaiser
On November 5, 2014, I blithely zipped into our local mammography
lab for my annual mammogram. I was feeling fine and never dreamed that anything
was wrong. I have had one of these every year since I turned 40 with nary a
problem. The machinery for this procedure is state-of-the-art and only
momentarily uncomfortable. I chat with the technician, get smashed, dressed and
At home I waited for the report that says: “Everything is
normal. See you next year.” It didn’t happen. Instead, I received a report that
said a small mass had been detected and additional evaluation was recommended.
That included diagnostic mammography, spot compression films and
I was shocked. Blindsided. I couldn’t believe it. One
minute I was fine. The next minute I wasn’t. What had gone wrong? I’d like to
tell you that my Pollyanna side was preaching “Don’t worry, you’re okay,” but
it wasn’t. Deep down, I just knew that a little cell had gone haywire and I was in for a hard ride.
My husband and I were leaving town the following week and I
didn’t want to go without knowing more about this small mass. Was it malignant
or benign? I needed to know ASAP. As each appointment was piled on, my heart would
pound and I felt light-headed. I was overwhelmed by endless information and
procedures. This was really happening-to me-and it was scary.
More mammograms and ultrasounds were performed and each time I could
tell by the quiet in the room that something wasn’t right. After I got dressed,
the radiologist put two sets of images up to compare. The previous mammograms
were clear. This time there was a small glowing spot in the tissue. Cancer? A
biopsy was the next step to answer that question. Another umbrella.
I was given a tour of the room and the machine that would
do the recommended stereo-tactical biopsy. Then, the machine had a time-out
(break down) and the procedure was cancelled. Next I was informed that the
radiologists had “a difference of opinion.” They were now recommending an
ultrasound guided biopsy and the insertion of a clip in my tissue—right after
another couple of mammograms.
how to treat it became the word of the day. By then my vocabulary had expanded.
Pathology reports used words and phrases like “a DCIS Solid with comedo
necrosis (plugged by cancer cells); intermediate grade with estrogen receptor
possibility." I added more vocabulary (and tension) after I saw the surgeon! He was another
Finally, after all the bad news, there was good news.
Definitive surgical management was recommended but only a partial mastectomy.
Among other things, the mass was “in situ” (confined to the breast duct) and
hadn’t spread itself around. That was good. But unfortunately, even with the
clip in place the small mass wasn’t easily found. Later a metal hook had to be
attached to mark the spot for the surgeon to find. Ouch!
As word of my diagnosis got around, friends, neighbors and
perfect strangers started calling me with their stories. That was both helpful
and overwhelming. But by the time I got to the hospital I had an idea of what
was going to happen from the female perspective. One of my friends told me
about the search for the Sentinel Node in Nuclear Medicine in such detail that
I wasn't terrified and actually knew what was going on when I got there.
Prior to that I had (again!) been squished by mammography,
injected with anesthetic, squirted, the mass located and the previously
mentioned guide injected for the surgeon. I will tell you that it was the most
painful part of the process. Tears ran down my cheeks as a sweet nurse rubbed
my back. Covered with marks and bandages I was wheeled into surgery and came
home that night.
In my case, follow up treatment was a little dicey. Tissue
samples revealed that although the cancer was contained, its nuclear grade was
Intermediate/High. That made a recurrence more likely. A decision was made to
treat it with an anti-estrogen drug and a medication to strengthen my bones.
I am happy to report that as of Dec. 18, 2015 my one-year
diagnostic mammogram was clear. I’m on a five-year treatment plan like many
other breast cancer survivors. The medication is tolerable but not pleasant.
However, I have one year down with only four more years to go. Another
umbrella. I’m a grateful woman.
Now here’s the bottom line and the reason why age
appropriate women must get a mammogram every year—a mass the size of mine
cannot be seen or felt. It can only be detected by mammography. And the mass is
always cancer at 70 years old! Think about that. If I had waited another year
or two the mass would have grown and spread. Timing is everything.
My advice to you is simple: if you are a 40, 60 or 70+year old female, make an appointment
for a mammogram! Stop procrastinating. Get your mammogram scheduled and done.
Do it this year and every year. I don’t care what the so-called experts say
you’re never too old for this procedure. I’m a good example that it's worth your time.
Have a happy, healthy New Year!
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