Another day, another doctor....

I spent Monday morning on the phone getting my medical records faxed over to my GP...the receptionist felt for all the pain I was in while I was I was seeing the specialist so without telling her I was leaving her altogether, I gave her the story I wanted a second opinion so we could move forward...she got them over there for me finally that afternoon so it was Tuesday morning before I saw my GP. He examined me and even with his years of seeing everything under the sun medically, he was amazed by the size of my left breast and I could see in his face his concern and amazement that this had gotten so far out of hand. He sent me immediately over to the surgeon he worked with for him to examine me as well....this was the surgeon who operated on my Mom twice and he knew my family so he was waiting on me when we got to his office...he put me in a room and checked me out then dismissed himself to go look over all the files in my medical records of the past few months...when he came back in, he had my file and plopped up on the counter while still reading...his face kept doing interesting things...he finally started talking....first of all, he stated that it was common practice to never aspirate a cyst that had more than about 40ccs of fluid in it...remember my numbers, 125, 130, 140...the next fact he stated was that a galactocele never had clear fluid in it. It was milky and sometimes even green but never ever clear...I felt like such an idiot sitting there hearing all this and realizing that I had been wasting my time the last few weeks in agonizing pain with people who weren't even close to getting it right. He said the first thing we were going to do immediately was surgery. This man did not have concern one for what I would look like, but that I was healthy...I was finally on the same page with a doctor cuz that's all I cared about too...he scheduled me on Friday for surgery to get this massive thing out of my body...we'd talk about the next step after that...removal was imperative...my husband and I left the office with the most relief we'd had in months...we knew the enemy and it was going to be purged from my body...rock on!