Luckily I had an appointment with the surgeon the day following the upsetting MRI. He decided to postpone/cancel the operation and to seek the advice of Staff (the Cancer Committee for my area). I thought it was the right decision because:-
a) If he had gone ahead and injected fat into my breast mounds, the bright spot would relocate and possibly be lost and never analysed.
b) It would cause me more worry in the long term than pleasure in actually having the same-sized breast mounts again.
c) Although he thought the MRI doctor was covering his arse (his words were kinder), he had to cover his too.
d) Although he thought it was 'probably nothing' (yep, heard that one before haven't we?), in the classification the dr had given me - BIRADS 3 - there is still room for a (albeit small) doubt about the findings. If he had classified it BIRADS 2, the surgery would still go ahead.
I cried - with frustration and fear - as he started talking about having to have a mastectomy and chemo if anything was found - as if I'd got away lightly last time (guess I feel that I did in fact). And there we were, kindly ushered out.
His secretary was an absolute LOVE. Without really knowing what the situation was, she effectively dealt with cancelling all aspects of the operation and made me a speedy meeting with the oncologist.
I walked out knowing in my heart that although this was a feckin disaster for my morale, it was the right decision.
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