I figured I should at least update this thing. The good news is that a lot of the symptoms are starting to die down. It could be my odd concoction of vitamins, minerals, and pharmaceuticals, or it could be the cooler temperatures, or it could just be resilience and my luck that my body adjusts to things rapidly, but there it is.
Saw my regular doctor last week. She warned me not to do any ab work for another month. Oh no! Not the briar patch! But she did tell me to go ahead and start lifting weights with my arms. She said I’m doing everything right in terms of what vitamins I’m taking (calcium + D, biotin, E, magnesium), and she gave me a discount card from the company that makes my blood pressure medication, so I’ll be paying $20 instead of $50 each month for it.
She also said that my ex oby/gyn “could have been nicer about it” with reference to the whole mammogram thing. She said that she understood how I could be burned out on being poked and prodded — “it’s been a lot this year” — and said if I got one next year, I should get a sonogram with it. Then I would only have to do sonograms thereafter. “Especially because you’re young, young women have denser breasts, and they’re probably going to have a hard time imaging you with a mammogram anyway.”
She ain’t kidding. Between my sisters’ and friends’ false positives, my fibrocystic breast disease, and what I know to be plain ol’ dense boobs, I am willing to bet the rent that when and if I do go for one mammogram, there will be all kinds of urgent phone calls in the aftermath. That’s why my mother didn’t get one. She didn’t want to deal with it, and her breasts were so dense that when she had a stroke and went to the hospital in her early 60s and they gave her a breast exam as part of a complete work-up, the nurse asked her if she had implants.
Anyway, my doctor wrote the directions out and handed them to me like so many other doctors have before, but she said, “I’m not dating it. If you want to do it next year, that’s fine. We like to screen for these things because we can. That’s all.”
Amen, alleluia, she gets it!
I still say mammograms before age 50 are a crock, as is the whole 1-in-8 thing. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone did a big study when I’m 70 comparing women who didn’t get mammograms before age 50 with those who did and found that those who did had a higher rate and risk of breast cancer.
Oh, and happy National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Think before you pink.