It's getting to be that time again...

For me to go in for what will be my 3rd ultrasound of this breast, and now I am also due for my mammogram. I don't want to go do this. I got my reminder a couple of weeks ago, and I didn't want to purposely do anything until Mike and I got back from our weekend, and now I am faced with scheduling it. I hate how it brings a lot of fears, and worry that isn't entirely necessary. I am so grateful that I did go with the initial mammogram, because.....what if? But having to go back for the last 6 months to have it smashed, and looked at finely brings me to panic, and well, it really hurts having that ultrasound. I know that the pain is minimal, and it doesn't last, but the ultrasounds by far hurt more than a mammo. I can't explain it, and it isn't just physical pain..when you are laying there, you are wondering the entire time if they are going to tell you that there has been a change now, and now they want to biopsy it, and go from there. GAG. Here we go..they are calling me with an appointment tomorrow. Good times.