Ever since this summer, I’ve had the Funky Nipple. I won’t get into too much detail, but it’s been a long period of thinking "oh, it’s residual hormones from the miscarriage" to "hmmm, it’s still funky" to "Oh, fuck it, I’m pregnant, yay! I bet it goes away now!" and it hasn’t. I asked the CNM at my last appointment, showed her the Funk, and she took a slide and sent it off for a pathology report.  In between, my favorite doctor-nurse with a specialty in oncology has been kind enough to answer my questions and calm my fears and put me at ease, which is awesome.

Anyway.

My OB called, about half an hour ago. Dave was freaking out, because what doctor calls after 8pm! And I couldn’t explain that OBs have strange schedules because babies arrive around the clock, so he was worried about the baby.  But, the concern is about my breast, and she’s sending me to a surgeon to get more info, and that it’s probably a polyp, which in 99% of cases are benign, but the combination of funkiness has me totally freaked out about Paget’s disease, even though it occurs most in women over 50 and is very rare even then. But still. There’s enough similarity there to have me freaked out, and to have freaked me out initially over the summer. 

I mean, at this point I’m not REALLY scared I’m going to die of breast cancer.  My biggest fear is that I won’t be able to breastfeed, but I do know that you can nurse from one breast, so there’s at least that.  I’m also a little freaked out at the idea of a "ductogram" or "punch biopsy" (which, neither have been suggested yet, but damn, I’ve never been referred to a surgeon before in my life, either) and then you get into stuff like "removal of the nipple" and that’s really fucked up to have niggling at the back of your mind when you are THRITY and PREGNANT.

So, um, yeah. What’s new with you?