Whether you’re part of the Itty Bitty Tittie Committee or you’re a Buxom Beauty, you’ll have lay in bed at night giving your boobs a goodnight cuddle.
I did this one night in 2007 and found something that didn’t feel normal. So the next day, I got my mum to feel them (she knows everything!) and she felt something too, so I went to the doctor who also found something. I went for an ultrasound and they found something as well, so I was booked in for a lumpectomy.
Aged 16, I had a lump removed from my left breast. It was benign (fine, just in case you didn’t know what that meant).
10 years later
Fast forward 10 years, I’m having a shower in Sydney and giving my boobs the usual loving and I think I feel something.
I ignored it. I haven’t got Medicare sorted and I can’t afford $80 to go to the doctors. A few weeks later, it’s still there and it’s starting to get quite tender. So I sort out Medicare and go to the doctor.
She’s not convinced she can feel anything but sends me for an ultrasound anyway, just to be sure.
Three days later, I’m lying on my back, boobs out, with a very nice sonographer rubbing gel all over my breast and smushing an ultrasound paddle across my chest.
I like to watch ultrasounds; I think they’re magic, so as he was scanning, I’m watching the screen as well. Breast tissue looks like ripples on the sand, it’s all wiggly and pretty awesome to look at.
Then there’s a shadow.
He clicks the button, saves the image and carries on scanning.
He moves around like a clock, pushing in to see deeper tissue and not saying a word. As he’s moving around to where I think the lump is, there’s another shadow. He clicks a button and saves the image.
He goes over and over the whole breast (you can’t say he’s not thorough!) and he goes over and over where I think the lump is. Then there’s no shadow. He pushes the paddle in a different angle, zooms in, and there’s the shadow again. Again, click, save.
I ask him what the dark circle is and he says “it looks like a lump.”
It’s still a shock. I know that there’s a lump, I can feel it, but for him to confirm what I had been scared of for a while, it was terrifying.
So here I am, waiting to hear from the Women’s Hospital in Sydney to see the surgeon. They’ll decide if it needs to come out or not. Until then, I’ll keep checking that there’s nothing different and wait as patiently as I can.
If you’re worried about lumps, go and see your doctor. Even if you think it’s nothing, they’ll be able to check for you.