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What to do with the boobs...

Had my appointment today. It went as well as I could expect. There weren't any changes in the lump I have and he did find another one in my right breast. We discussed genetic testing and removing my breasts all together. I really like my doctor. He will answer my questions and take time with me to help me understand what is going on and could happen. I've set up an appointment for another mammogram on March 8th but I will also be meeting with another doctor for genetic counseling. Dr. Monson wants me to look at all paths before even considering mastectomies. He did mention tamoxofin but I want to do some research on that before I start taking more meds. I'm already on estropipate which is a hormone.

This whole thing has me a bit freaked out. I teared up abit while driving back to Sherri's but regained my composure. I don't want to lose it yet. I don't want to lose it at all. I need to be strong throughout all of this. This is my life and I've become so strong in the past couple of years. I can't fail myself now. Dr. Monson fully understands my worries though seeing how we don't know my entire family history. I'm a high risk with having a birth mother who was premenopausal breast cancer but I'm even higher without the knowledge of my grandmother or aunts medical history. I only know my birth mothers. I know nothing of my birth fathers history. To be perfectly honest...I will listen to the genetic doctor. I will ask a million questions but I have to be honest with myself. Do I want to take a medicine that could have some serious adverse effects on me or do I just want to have my breasts removed and alleviate the fears? I have another 3 weeks to wait before I know. In the meantime...I will do all the research I can. At this point...it's all I can do.

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