My aunt has fibrous breasts. Over the last 30 years, she’s had five false positive mammograms.
Each one resulted in further imaging, biopsies, and untold months of stress and worry.
She’s approaching 60 and Lord help you if you suggest that she relax and realize that she’s never had breast cancer. She just *knows* that she’s going to get it someday and is thankful to modern medicine for saving her. (She’s NEVER HAD CANCER, but she has the mentality of a cancer survivor.)
There does come a point of diminishing returns. I’ve had 3 breast cancer scares. After the first one, I stopped reacting. I didn’t even mention the second one to my husband. (The second time I told him because I needed a ride to my follow ups) In my mind, it was another over reaction. But it took the full force of terror to get me to see that, the vast majority of the time, it’s just a boogeyman.
Be prudent, get the followups; but don’t let ‘them’ get to you until there’s a diagnosed problem.
I had a life insurance company tell me that fibrous breasts were a risk factor for breast cancer, and that they were going to have to charge me twice their base rate.
I got a letter from my breast specialist stating that there was no increased risk and they went back to base rate.
Breast specialist because my mother and her sister both had pre-menopausal BC - no “lump” scares for me for ten years now so I’ve sort of mellowed out about it.
I'd look into that.
Medicine is the modern religion... in America it is basically state sponsored religion (so much for seperatoin of church and state, huh?
Medicine, like religion, preys upon human fears of pain, suffering, dying and death.