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An Abnormal Mammogram

As soon as I returned home from a yearly mammogram three weeks ago, my doctor at the VA Hospital called the house. Dr. Balireddy said that my breast films were "inconclusive". As I had been called back into radiology for a repeat series on the right side, it was easy to figure out which hooter appeared suspicious. My physician then informed me that he had already submitted requests for consultations, one for a mammary sonogram (which will be performed this Tuesday) and another with a surgical oncologist (for a biopsy, I guess).

My mother was diagnosed early and began treatment for breast cancer a little over a year ago. This blog just might be a good way for me to let folks know what this process is like . . .

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Anonymous said…
although we are miles apart,I still wish the best for you,and I will be burning the candles bright,with hope of every thing turning out okay,you are a strong spirit of a woman
6:18 AM
Ivey said…
You are (and have always been) a kind soul, Gypsy. Thank you.
6:00 PM
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