Post 4 - This Sucks

Having a breast lump aspirated is a fairly simple, straightforward process, somewhat similar to getting a flu shot except the needle goes in your chest instead of your arm.

And it pulls out liquid instead of pushing some in. 

“How awful,” you say, shuddering. “My boob hurts just thinking about that.”

True, but I forgot to mention the lovely topical numbing medicine put on your skin before any scary needles come out to play. Seriously, for me, the whole thing took less than 20 minutes. I didn’t feel a thing (I didn’t look either), and I went to work afterward. No side effects that I remember. 

I honestly wish all of my lumps could have been taken away via this method. Alas, #3 was the black sheep. The rest have all been removed through surgery. Except #'s 7 through 11, they're just hanging out. (See Blog Post 3, numeral 1.)

Update 2015:

I'll admit. It took me a while to accept how my breast scars look. I am thankful to have a great surgeon who likes to use old scars are new entry points. I am thankful to never have had anything more than a few lumps removed. (There are women much more bad-ass than me who have had a LOT more taken off of them. See "Why I Gave Up My Breasts") But I still have several scars. I'm okay with them now. They're my scars. They remind me of how lucky I've been. 

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