I had my biopsy on Thursday. About 7 years ago I also had six biopsies. That first experience was one of the worst of my life. It was that year or so in between "bombs"...I had discovered H's affair by checking the cache on the home computer. I was looking after my teenage son, never expected to see the list of suggestive e-mails from OGIRL. The shock sent me reeling, and I know many here can relate. Shortly after that I had my 6, 3 in each breast. The way I was treated by the radiologist's office was with as little compassion as you can imagine. I was shocked enough to have to go in for one, and they didn't tell me until I was there that I was going to have SIX! I was herded from room to room for each procedure or step of the procedure, and basically treated quite callously. That was on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, so it is even more indelibly etched into my mind. *sigh* That was the beginning of the end of my marriage, and in my mind I felt as if my heart had been pierced.
This last experience couldn't have been more different...in a good way. The office (different doctors, different health plan)was as nice as possible. They treated me with respect every step of the way, explained everything completely and even had me laughing during the procedure! My friend drove me there and spent the day with me, took me out to lunch afterwards. Then a different friend came over last night and cooked me dinner. Today a third friend accompanied me to the store, since I am not allowed to lift for a few days.
And I feel as if the two experiences have effectively bookended my divorce and my break up.
And I feel as if my heart is now open to possibilities, not being wounded by lies and deception.
And I feel a big change a-comin on.
SG
Survival Goddess "The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don't have any." -Alice Walker
