Getting Old Sucks Ass

So, I went in for my annual mammogram a couple weeks ago. Then they call me back last week. "We need you to come in for some more pictures." Great.

After smashing, smooshing, squeezing, pinching, poking, flattening, squashing and pretty much rearranging my boob into every conceivable position, the doctor tells me there's an area on my right breast that is causing her some concern. "It just doesn't look like anything I've ever seen before."

Shit. That's me for sure. If I'm going to have something goofed up, it's going to be an UN-NORMAL goofed up. Of course this squiggle is in an area that they can't do a needle biopsy, so she recommends a SURGICAL biopsy. Fuck.

So I go see my normal GP this afternoon. She tells me that although the doctor I saw last week is "one of the best... she's brilliant," she still thinks I need to get a second opinion before I have the biopsy. Seems that GETTING A FUCKING BIOPSY can actually INCREASE your chances of getting cancer. So, if this calcification squiggle thing is NOTHING, I'm actually putting myself at a higher risk of getting cancer later because I have to have the biopsy now to tell me that this, right now, is nothing. WHAT?? That's bullshit. What the hell am I supposed to do? Now I have to go get the films from last week and schlep them over to a new doctor for her to look at.

On top of all that, my GP tells me that being OVERWEIGHT adds like a 70% increase in the chance of developing some type of cancer. WTF? Swell.

I'm not worrying that it's cancer. Yet. No use borrowing trouble. But with the year I've been having, I'm trying to prep myself for the worst. The next couple weeks, while I wait to see the second doctor, are going to suck. Bleh.