So it’s official. 10 complete years of clear mammograms.
I can’t even begin to explain the relief I feel. I mean I know I reached my 10 year anniversary a couple of weeks ago, but I hadn’t had the mammogram yet.
I didn’t exactly have a good nights sleep last night. It doesn’t matter how many years go by, once you get the diagnosis you are antsy before your next mammogram.
I spent most of the day doing nothing except puttering around in the garden because I couldn’t concentrate. My husband was so sweet and drove me. He has been with me every step of the way.
“You will be fine” he said as he dropped me off. And our post Covid apocalyptic world they still don’t have visitors in the waiting room, so he waited in the car.
What was weird about the waiting room as there are still no magazines or newspapers or anything like the good old days before Covid. When I got signed in I got taken back to the dressing room where we have to put our clothes in those day surgery plastic clothing bags, because thanks to Covid you can’t use the little lockers.
I had the mammogram and so different from a decade ago because when I started this journey the 3-D tomography mammogram wasn’t available to us in the US. It wasn’t approved yet. So back when I started this process I had to get a regular mammogram and then go get a bilateral breast MRI.
Penn Medicine has terrific mammogram technicians. Today’s mammogram was once again over at Chester County Hospital’s Fern Hill.
Today was a diagnostic for my 10 year. And the diagnosis was all clear.
And I cried. Yep. Not a lot. Just a little.
I am one of the lucky ones.
Then I went home and put on deodorant.
Next up? Being finished with Tamoxifen in a few months.
What a long strange trip it’s been.