On Wednesday I posted an essay on the blog about the importance of having an annual mammogram—prompted by the fact that I had to go in for a screening mammogram that afternoon. Before another moment passes, I want to let you know that I’m fine. The results were the same as the screening mammogram I had to take last year at the Cleveland Clinic; in short, stable. Many of you sent me personal e-mails, some of you left comments here, a few of you phoned. Thank you from the bottom of my relieved heart for your concern and support.
It was a long, stressful afternoon, despite the soothing atmosphere of the imaging center to which my gynecologist referred me. The staff could not have been kinder, and they were especially helpful when a mix-up occurred with my Cleveland films. Still, as experiences go, I could have done without this one. I needed all of yesterday to recover my equipoise.
These screenings are sobering affairs; you know that for a few of the women sharing space with you in the waiting room, the news is not going to be good. Last year, at the Cleveland Clinic, a woman wept in the anteroom. There but for the grace of God …
The thing is, my wonky breasts are likely to lead me down this path again. And again and again. As I wrote earlier this week, I was diagnosed with fibrocystic disease when I was in my twenties. (The condition goes by other names: mammary dysplasia, benign breast disease, or this euphemism—new to me—which apparently was coined to diminish worry: “fibrocystic change.”) Last year was the first time my annual mammogram raised a red flag with the radiologist. In my case—and here I’m quoting last year’s test result—”there is a moderate amount of fibroglandular density noted within the right breast … Underlying fibroglandular pattern is stable.”
Stable is a good word. I’m all for stable. It means that for one more year, I don’t have to think about these wonky breasts anymore. (And you won’t have to read about them.)
Thanks again for your concern. But tell me: did you schedule your annual exam?
Susan Schwartz said:
So glad to hear this!!! Wonderful.
Michelle flanagan said:
Oh Marci, I am thankful and grateful. I have a similar condition, but you forgot one of the names I was told — nothing like fibrocystic dis oasis for this girl … No, I was told I just had ( and I am quoting here) “OLD BREASTS” – now that is a compliment, isn’t t it?
Hmmmm…Michelle, I don’t remember that. But I’ve had whatever-we-want-to-call-’em since I was in my 20s…and if I do say so myself,
the girls were looking pretty good in those days—not old at all. In any case, sorry to hear that you’re similarly afflicted. I want to have breast-reduction surgery. Oh yes, I do. Thanks for checking in on me!
Michelle flanagan said:
I am not a poor speller, the iPad self corrects and thinks it is correct. Growl
Just Jane said:
That’s great news! My first will be in January for my 40th birthday. Happy birthday to me! *laughing*
Smart cookie, Jane. You’re off to a good start. And happy birthday a bit early. Thanks for writing!!