Ultrasound Guided Biopsy. September 19

I had no idea of what was to come. Having talked to a friend AFTERWARDS with a similar experience, we felt like women should be warned well in advance. Dense breasts, who knew? Although my breast was numb, the pressure from the ice pick, I mean, needle being shoved, with brut force (to get through the dense tissue) became so invasive by the time sample 16 of 20 was being extracted the tears started running down my face. I lay there, eyes darting from the pinched face of the doctor (clearly not liking what she was seeing) to the monitor giving me full view of the ice pick penetrating the black shadow in my breast. One hour, or two? It seemed like an eternity. Next, the metal chips to mark the biopsied locations were inserted (insult to injury) and mammograms recorded my new permanent shrapnel. Last, I was bandaged tightly with ice packs pressed in my bra and sent off to the waiting room where I burst into tears.