So I posted a week ago about the shit that has been going on, and after my appt with a boobie doctor, a breast MRI and an appt with the boobie smasher (mammogram) I am still no closer to figuring out what the fuck is going on.
So I go back to the boobie dr, or breast specialist on the 26th, if I can hold out that long, and then we discuss the next steps...
I also have an appointment with a geneticist, to see if I qualify for genetic testing for gene mutations that would/can raise my risk for not only breast but ovarian cancer.
I'm not as terrified as I was,
I seriously hate not knowing wtf is going on with my own body.
I hate being exhausted,
I hate feeling like shit,
I hate being so lopsided that I don't want to leave the house.
This shit blows.