Power Outage During A Mammogram ;)

 (edit: cartoons not showing up well so removed.  Sorry about the gap I can’t seem to remove.  Content is below)

I am getting a stereotactic breast biopsy today. Last time I had an ultrasound guided one by my surgeon in her office which wasn’t too bad–rather like a locally pre-medicated wasp sting in a delicate area expertly done by a  proficient health care professional ,explaining as she did it .  I remember being in a state of utter shock early last January for that appointment after that jaw dropping 12/30/10 mammogram with “ominous multifocal findings” duly noted in that written report. 
 My dear, unfortunately also experienced sister-in-law gave me a heads up on this brand of biopsy (Thx Kelley!). I checked out the procedure  on line–here it is in a non-graphic form if anybody is interested in such things: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPMvUWwxkw0  Basically I’ll be laying face down with my breast protruding from an opening,  squeezed in having a mammogram while they do a biopsy.  Although I’m the kind of woman who happily had my babies using the non-medicated, natural Bradley method child birth, I say a big “Hip-hip-hooray” to whoever invented local anesthetic so women can handle such a thing as breast biopsies while awake!   The fun stuff planned for a cancer patient just never ends, ha, ha. 😉   I’m a crispy critter who’ll be laying on my red like a lobster-in-the-pot burns that have lost some skin on my left breastless chest from the radiation nearing the end.  I’m hoping  for an exceptionally quick stereotactic biopsy which reminds me of the following account that I had tucked away:
 POWER OUTAGE DURING A MAMMOGRAMI actually kept my mammogram appointment. I was met with, ‘Hi! I’m Belinda!’ This perky clipboard carrier smiled from ear to ear, tilted her head to one side and crooned, ‘All I need you to do is step into this room right here, strip to the waist, then slip on this gown. Everything clear?’I’m thinking, ‘Belinda, try decaf. This ain’t rocket science.’

Belinda skipped away to prepare the chamber of horrors.

With the right side finished, Belinda flipped me (literally) to the left and said, ‘Hmmmm. Can you stand on your tippy toes and lean in a tad so we can get everything?’

‘Fine’, I answered. I was freezing, bruised, and out of air, so why not use the remaining circulation in my legs and neck and finish me off?

My body was in a holding pattern that defied gravity (with my breast wedged between those two 4 inch pieces of square glass) when we heard, then felt a zap! Complete darkness and the power went off!

‘Oh, maintenance is working. Bet they hit a snag.’ Belinda headed for the door.

‘Excuse me! You’re not leaving me in this vise alone are you?’ I shouted.

Belinda kept going and said, ‘Oh, you fussy puppy…the door’s wide open so you’ll have the emergency hall lights. I’ll be right back.’

Before I could shout ‘NOOOO!’ she disappeared.

And that’s exactly how Bubba and Earl, maintenance men extraordinaire, found me, half-naked and part of me dangling from the Jaws of Life, and the other part smashed between glass!

After exchanging polite ‘Hi, how’s it going’ type greetings, Bubba (or possibly Earl) asked, to my utter disbelief, if I knew the power was off.

Trying to disguise my hysteria, I replied with as much calmness as possible ‘Uh, yes, yes I did– thanks.’

‘You bet, take care’ Bubba replied and waved good-bye as though I’d been standing in the line at the grocery store.

Two hours later, Belinda breezes in wearing a sheepish grin. Making no attempt to suppress her amusement, she said, ‘Oh I am sooo sorry!’ The power came back on and I totally forgot about you! And silly me, I went to lunch. Are we upset?’

And that, Your Honor, is exactly how her head ended up between the clamps….


Adding to my list of “Cancer Fightin’ Words”:

–I love being a Mom to three precious kids now and I’m going to love being a grandma in years to come and watch them grow up too. Maybe I’ll even get to play with my great grand babies some day!

— The mastectomy, chemo, and radiation wiped out the majority of unwanted, unhealthy cells–evicting them from my body forever.  If there are any left, Herceptin is putting Her2 cells to sleep for good and hormone blockers will put them in absolute starvation mode, wasting away to nothingness. 

–My body is loaded with thriving, bursting-with-vitality cells that energize me.  I am able to recover beautifully from the pro-active measures I needed to take to be strong and healthy again.

–What a blessing my God-given, robust immune system is; fighting for me every single moment.

–I’ve got great Polish longevity genes in my favor

–I am fighting to win

–My future is bright because God is in control


Lord, every single gift comes from You…“Lift my gaze to see life from Your perspective. Help me to understand-and treasure-every good thing You send…”(From James 1:7)   One Thousand Gifts   http://www.aholyexperience.com/686. There are  many wonderful people in our lives coming alongside us.  Thanks Lord for friends and family who have prayed, done our laundry and cleaned when we needed help, made things fun for the kids, brought food and prayers and laughter.

687. My dear sisters Kathy, Betsy, and Heidi being there for Mom in so many ways and now while she is having more health problems. 

688. “I will give thanks to the Lord with all my heart; I will tell of all Thy wonders. I will be glad and exult in Thee; I will sing praise to Thy name, O Most High.”

  ~~~ Psalm 9:1-2



3 thoughts on “Power Outage During A Mammogram ;)

  1. Dear Paula, I’m praying for you today for your biopsy to be completely normal. I’ll also remind those on HL4H. Love to you my dear friend! Please update asap!


  2. God Bless! I am praying that all went well and you are comfortable and assurred tonight now that the biopsy is finished. Hope to hear good news soon. Love Ya.


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