Hi, 

I've been lurking here a couple of days now. I am currently waiting for biopsy results. I originally went to GP. for a lump in breast, suspected cyst, and was referred to the breast clinic.  I'm 37 and pretty fit, hardly ever at the doctor at all. In fact they commented they have barely any info on me!

At my referral appointment, last Thursday, the consultant did a check up and asked if I could return the next morning for an ultrasound. Being a bit younger, I guess, I didn't think too much of it but later that evening wondered more about the urgent referral.

I did go that next morning, Friday, expecting to have an ultrasound only. During the ultrasound, done by a different consultant, I realised they were taking lots of screenshots of my lump area. They also did a thorough scan of my underarm area and took a screenshot there too. The consultant then said I needed a biopsy and they would do it there and then!

Like so many here I was shocked and went into autopilot mode I think. They did the biopsy - it wasn't too bad really but the sounds were horrific - and put a titanium clip where the lump is. Then they sent me across the hall for a mammogram. The mammogram in itself was ok but I fainted halfway through as I'm pretty squeemish and they were squishing my biopsied boob! I joked later that I must be one of those goats that faints when they sense danger as everyone in the room had gotten all serious and I was like ok goodbye. When I came to, we finished up and a nurse said 'hmmmm' then another nurse asked me if I had anyone with me or was I alone because I would need to go see the original consultant. 

Luckily my mum was with me. We went through and the consultant as good as told me I might have cancer. Of course I was shocked but I'm proud of myself as I stayed very calm. They said they'd need to see the biopsy results to confirm but that it's definitely not a cyst and that the ultrasound consultant felt it was something "suspicious". They then gave me an appointment for my results and told me that they like to let people know it might not be good news in advance so they have time to prepare. They also offered me contact numbers but at the time I said no, let's see at the results appointment what we're dealing with, and I somewhat regret that now but hey ho.

Of course once I got home I cried, the mornings are the worst because it's the first thing on my mind when I get up and I force myself to dress and smile and behave like a functioning adult. I can't believe this is happening to me, today I walked 6 miles no problem feeling perfectly fine (apart from the bruised and sore biopsied boob)! 

It's 4 days until my results appointment, so here I am, on the internet, wondering if anyone else is out there in the same position and can we support each other a bit. I'm currently in that maddening space where I swing between thinking buckle up lassie and prepare for the worst and maybe I'll turn up and they'll say oops it's just fatty tissue, no dramas! 

Hugs to all who find themselves on this forum. It's frankly quite *** but at least we can find some ways to laugh, r.e. fainting goats :/

Jen x