Yes, I’m going to talk about my breasts again. They aren’t anything spectacular or even worth a second glance. There are much better parts of my body upon which to focus, yet here I am, about to bare them again for you. (No. Not literally.)
As you may remember, if you’re keeping score these days, I’ve begun taking a statin upon the advice of my cardiologist. A lot of my friends who also have diabetes take them, but the majority of individuals I’ve met are, ahem, much older than I am. And often male.
After almost four weeks of popping yet another pill in my morning post-toothbrush, pre-floss regimen, I figured that I had slipped by the problems that would have shown up with statin use. I haven’t had muscle weakness or anything to be terribly alarmed about, but…
My boobs. They’re… bigger.
Take some time to compose yourself. Breathe a little and stop laughing before you continue on. I’m serious about this.
They hurt. The Kid whacked me in the chest showing me a Kung Fu move and I saw bluebirds and stars flying around my head. I know that this is not normal and over the last few days, the ache hasn’t abated one iota. Truth be told? They hurt before she channeled Bruce Lee, but I kept telling myself it was just a fluke.
They’re lumpy. Big lumpy. Diabetic Fibrous Mastopathy lumpy. Having had some experience in that department, I’m frustrated at what I am figuring will come down the pike. (Mammography, ultrasound, looks of horror from the technicians, and if I am incredibly lucky, a smart radiologist who can recognize the difference between Stage 4 breast cancer and lumpy diabetes boobs.)
Following the “what’s changed in my life that could possibly cause this?” has left me with the nagging suspicion that it’s the statin. The insert that comes with the sample packs hints at that, too. Well, hint may be a strong word. It mentions that in post marketing, some people claimed gynecomastia as a result of taking statins. Man boobs, people. The growth of breast tissue in males due to an increase in estrogen, sometimes due to medications. It’s a stretch, but it’s all I have.
See, there isn’t a lot of evidence of what happens to premenopausal women taking statins. I checked. Nada. So, I’m sure that when I call my cardiologist to ask if my bigger, do-not-touch-them-owwww boobs have anything to do with my statin, he’s not going to know. (I bring down the average age in his waiting room by about 20 years. O.K., 30 years.)
I am therefore asking for the power of the crowdsourcing and kick ass diabetes community (and any community that you might know that must take statins at a younger age) if you could ask around. Any of you have this lovely symptom? Any cause for worry? Or will I just have to learn to live with this?
Perhaps I should share this secret on an infomercial…
“Forget plastic surgery! Just take a statin and get bigger boobs in four weeks! Be the envy of all your friends – and lower your cholesterol and chance of heart attack at the same time!”
Look, I like my boobs. They’re unobtrusive. They’re unassuming. They’re not the talk of the town. (Until now, where I am asking you to talk about them with everyone you know.)