So after the week of more cabbage, rubbing, sucking, pain, tears, and exhaustion, I called the doctor's office again and spoke to the nurse...I explained to her that we were to the point of no excuses, the doctor needed to see me or I needed to see one of the other doctors in the group for some 'fresh eyes' on the situation (funny choice of terms considering no eyes of my doctor had been laid on the problem as of yet, about 4 months into the situation)...she called me back once again and told me to come in...finally the man actually had me take my shirt off and physically examined my breast...he sat somberly down and began to tell me he thought I had a huge cyst that was probably going to have to be surgically removed and it was going to take half my breast off....are you kiddin' me?!?! I'm going to be deformed becuz he let this grow out of control for weeks...completely ticked off was a complete understatement to how I felt with him but I kept it to myself as he wrote me a referral to a 'fabulous breast specialist' with a wonderful reputation for the next week...ugh! Another week of holding my breast up with my hands, not taking my bra off, hoping I could get out of bed every 3 hours to feed my newborn and that my husband could go to work, of crying day and night when the pain would get too much to handle...a specialist, a woman specialist...at least the thought of that gave me something to hold onto...she would fix me and SHE would, as a female, understand...and I wait...
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