Hamartoma's and Mastectomies

Sometimes when one door closes, another one opens leading you into an adjoining room that resembles where you've been before. It all seems so familiar, except time has passed and it isn't the same room. You're on the other side now.

Two weeks ago I found two masses in my upper outer quadrant of my left chest area. I ignored it for a bit, and kept silent. I reached my finish line, I'm supposed to be done with this whole breast thing, the last thing I wanted to do was to pick up that phone and make an apt. I've been carrying this secret around with me afraid that telling others would leave them concerned and worried. Something my family and friends have become all too familiar with.

After some hesitation and confiding in a friend, I took a breath and made that call. I was over due for my 1 yr post op with my general surgeon anyhow. I thought for sure the lumps would be gone by my appointment. But they weren't.

Today I made the hour drive, walked through the same doors I did nearly two years ago with the lump that started it all. I sat in the same waiting area, and waited for my name to be called. The appointment began as it always has. A "breast exam" begining with the right side, followed by the left, only this time I have implants sitting where my breasts once were, and I couldn't feel anything but the pressure caused by her hands. She got to the spot and said "and there's your friends", grabbed her ruler and measured them for size. The new masses don't feel like hamartomas, the tumors that infested my breasts ultimately leading to their removal a year ago. This is wonderful news. There is indeed something there so an older was placed for a diagnostic ultra sound to be preformed. The hope is that the masses are made of necrotic fat cells, which would be common for being 6 months out from my first fat transfer. I'm waiting for the hospital to call to set the ultrasound up. Until then I will continue to live my happily ever after. This is just another part of my journey.