by tams » Mon Jun 16, 2008 5:02 pm
I had a stereotactic biopsy on June 9th, 2008. I am 46, have always had completely negative mammograms until this last one which showed a few areas of microcalcifications. These were still indeterminate with additional imaging and the radiologist recommended the biopsy. I scheduled it for the next week. I researched it a great deal and from what I read and was told, I should not feel any pain at all during the procedure, pressure but not pain. I felt I was ready; I couldn't have been more wrong. First of all, the positioning of the breast itself was torture, and painful, and only added to the stress of anticipating the actual biopsy. There wasn't any amount of time between the initial Lidocaine injection and the beginning of the procedure, and I gasped in pain when I felt the needle go in. The tears came instantly, but since I couldn't move, all I could do was lay silently crying and horrified. The radiologist said "well if you felt it going in you're going to feel it coming out", and he was right. He then said he would inject more Lidocaine and I was somewhat relieved, but shouldn't have been as I felt the needle go back in for the 2nd time. The pain was excruciating. I was completely horrified and felt so alone even though there were four other people in the room. Next I was informed that the 3rd spot they needed to get to was very difficult as it was close to my chest wall and they needed me to maneuver in a way that allowed me to also slip my arm through the same hole my breast was in. Once I did that, they put my arm in a sling underneath the table to hold it out of the way. The compression and tugging and pulling as hard as they could seemed to be neverending, I could not believe I was going through this. By this time my stress level was through the roof, and the tears never once stopped. At this time I guess the Lidocaine finally took effect as I did not feel the needle go in, but did feel pressure (that I can handle), but I must say; too little, too late. When the procedure was over, after 1 1/2 hours, I managed to walk to the waiting room where my husband was inquiring at the front desk as to what was taking so long, and he looked over and saw me, and I couldn't even speak, I had to just get out of there, and I walked outside and felt like I was in a dream or something, I made it to the car, and broke down hysterically crying, trying to explain to my husband what I had just been through. Today is one week since I had it done, and I am still bruised, and sore. The only good news here is that I got the results and they were benign. The scary thing about this is that I'm not sure I could go through that again, I could only imagine the stress and anxiety I would be feeling because of this experience and I would be scared out of my mind. Someone's response was that this is barbaric and they are right, this is completely insane to be putting women through this kind of painful procedure, when they are so scared as it is, because you're only there if you've gotten some kind of bad news, and now this adds to the fear. Someone needs to improve this, whether it's the procedure itself, equipment, training, or education. Words cannot describe how hard this was. I'm afraid knowing this will prevent a lot of women from seeking further testing and that's scary, but they need to know what to expect. This may not be everyone's experience, it seems some have had painless biopsies, and I hope that's the majority, but women need to be aware this can happen and doctors and facilities need to make sure they are prepared and need to make sure that all women obtain further testing with as little discomfort as possible.