I had a mammogram and an ultrasound Friday the 17th. St. Patrick’s Day. The luck of the Irish was hopefully with me.
Yesterday my breasts were very painful. Even a hug made me cry. The mammogram was like hell. The technician explained (with pictures) how the more compression used, the clearer the picture. So I welled up with tears as she smashed my breasts 14 times (7 times on each side). She said she could lessen the compression but I insisted, knowing I was already in pain, because I wanted to make sure I got the best pictures possible.
A week ago, I took my body measurements in preparation for 5K training. Today, I felt like my breasts had quadrupled in size. They were so heavy it was insane. The pain was worse too but I am contributing that to the mammogram. I brought out the fabric tape measure and took my breast measurements. There was a 4 inch increase. From a week ago.
I had been trying really hard to not panic until now. But an increase in size of 4 inches, the itching, burning, painful pins and needles sensations along with slight peau’d orange on both breasts is way too coincidental. I am very much panicking over the possibility of inflammatory breast cancer. I know time is of the essence when it comes to IBC. I’m worried that my doctor won’t see the changes as worrisome and I won’t get the right testing to rule out IBC.