The Story of My Cousin’s Boobs
Special Guest Writer Julie Pierman ~
My journey started in 1998 when I found the first of 3 lumps in my right breast. I was 26 at the time. I remember being so afraid to call the doctor and ask if they wanted me to come in and have it examined. I had plans that day to go shopping with my sister and wanted to avoid this whole situation as long as I could. Obviously, the doctor's office wanted me to come in that day. I was hoping I could put it off for a few days, weeks, etc . . . I went in, they examined it and ordered a mammogram and an ultrasound. The mammogram and ultrasound did detect something but they were not sure exactly what it was, so onto the surgeon I went. I ended up needing surgery to remove it. This completely freaked me out! I was very fortunate that it ended up be a cluster of thick-walled cysts about the size of a dime. However, I ended up developing a hemotoma the size of my fist from the surgery, which resulted in another surgery about 6 weeks later to remove it.
Life went on until 2009 when I found another lump in my right breast. I had tried to be very good at doing my self-exams, but in reality I did them about 3 or 4 times a year. Since this had Read more...