Doctor D

Doctor Dudley. My doctor, who lets be honest, tuts and rolls her eyes everytime I walk through the door. She's great though, a bit of a stern matron type, she'll take no nonsense. I had called her earlier in the day to let her know what I had found and I could kind of sense from her voice and her questioning that she thought it was me just being me again. I explained that my periods were fine, that the lump was actually inside my breast and that it wasn't moving around when I touched it and that it wasn't painful. Doctor D agreed to see me later that day.

As I walked into her room she told me to remove my top and bra and to lay down on the bed. Although I already knew what this lump was, a part of me was still expecting Doctor D to say "Well it's nothing to worry about, it's just a bit of fatty gristle. Go home and worry no more about it"

She didn't. She had a good feel of both breasts and both armpits and told me that she agreed that indeed something wasn't quite right. She told me that my lump was in fact about the size of a grape. THAT IS WORSE THAN THE SIZE OF A PEA. Holy shit, why can't I have a pea?

Doctor D then proceeded to tell me that she will get in contact with the breast clinic at Wycombe General hospital and that I should try not to worry as lots of things can cause lumps in the breast but it's best to get it investigated. She said that if I haven't heard from them by the end of the week to get back to her.

THE BREAST CLINIC RANG ME AT 9am THE VERY NEXT MORNING.

My mammogram was booked for next Thursday 20th September 2012.