One day, I was doing the ultrasound. The next day, I was the one having the ultrasound.
One day, we helped our neighbor (and co-worker) preg check his herd of cows. When we preg check, we use ultrasound technology to look for signs that the cow is pregnant. An obvious sign is the presence of a little calf on the monitor. Another sign is the presence of fluid in the cows uterus. Fluid shows up on the monitor black, while tissue shows up white or varying in shades of grey.
The next day, after finding a small lump in my right boob a few days ago, a visit to my OBGYN, and my first mammogram, I was the one having an ultrasound.
My OGYN said she thought the little lump felt like a cyst, but wanted to confirm with a mammogram. If the mammogram couldn’t confirm, there’d be an ultrasound. If the ultrasound was inconclusive, there’d be a biopsy.
At 1:30 in the afternoon, I had my mammogram and was thoroughly impressed they could get my fairly insignificant boobs in that machine. About an hour later, the tech came in and told me there would be an ultrasound. And about 45 minutes after that, I was laying on the ultrasound table staring back at the screen as the sonographer scanned me.
That’s when I saw it – black. I saw black on the screen and knew with 99.9 percent certainty that the doc would tell me it was in fact a cyst – a fluid-filled cyst. And within 10 minutes my assumption was confirmed. I have a harmless, albeit alarming, cyst.
Please, friends, take this as your friendly reminder to do those self breast exams. Schedule that pap. Get to know your body. And be proactive with your health.