It was December 2012. Just before Christmas. While in the shower I discovered a little, hard lump, the size of a pea in my right breast. I asked my husband Dale to feel it. To tell me it was nothing, that I was being overly worried. He could feel it too and thought it was worth having the doctor take a look at it to make sure it was nothing to worry about. He encouraged me to make an appointment. And that I did...but it was the holidays and life was busy and hectic and I only had certain days where I could even make it to the doctor office and then I would cancel and reschedule. In hindsight I might of been avoiding the answer I might get. I let three months go by before finally keeping an appointment.
Hiding behind this smile is fear.
I had a week to wait until my appointment. I didn't want to make a big deal about it or worry a whole lot. But I couldn't help but wonder what this little hard knot in my breast was doing there. By now it was the size of a jelly-bean. This was how it would continue to be described at all my visits. The jelly-bean.
I kept reminding myself, no one in my family ever had breast cancer at an early age and the only one who I knew to even have breast cancer at all was my dad's mom but she was in her 80's when she was diagnosed and treated.
It surely seemed that I would get the mammogram and they would tell me all was well, that my boobies were simply fibrous and I had a cyst or something benign. But that was not to be the case....
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