Not malignant. Invasive papilloma.
That basically means a benign tumour of the milk ducts. Yes, it grows and can burst blood vessels (hence the bleeding) but it isn’t a wildfire spreading condition. They will want me back for three monthly ultrasounds just to see if it is growing. It is not cancer but it is assosciated with a greater risk of developing cancer. If it doesn’t grow or misbehave any more, it will be left alone. Otherwise, surgery.
I like this diagnosis and I will probably fight surgery, regardless. I can’t think of any other circumstances, apart from potential life saving, where I would be comfortable having surgery. I’ve had about nine operations in my life, all necessary, and with each, I’ve found it so much harder.
I’ve been having a rough couple of days, with pain that has been way beyond what I was told might occur. I suppose I shouldn’t expect otherwise, given how many core samples they took, but I didn’t think that every movement of my right arm would make me hurt. I have an amazing canvas of purple and black and the intial incision is still slowly bleeding.
I can deal with that, though. I’ve been wearing an icepack down my bra, disguised by boyfriend’s loose shirts, and I’ve told the boss at work that I really can’t drive big trucks at the moment, given that every time I lift my arm above seventy degrees I put strain on the cut bits.
I am lucky. I know this. But I do wonder if I might have developed cancer from this initial benign condition, if I hadn’t been concerned about the symptoms.
I had a mammogram. I was physically palpated by at least four people. Nothing registered. Yet there was a three centimetre (I think: I was going off the ultrasound screen picture, which I could make out, not anything the radiologist said) tumour inside my breast.