.... From the begining, shall we?

I've waited so long to start this blog and now I have so much to go back and post.  This is going to be a long one! Grab your popcorn. Ready? Here we go!


Warning to friends: This story gets a bit personal... I mean, I need to use the word “breast”.  Let’s be mature about this! Ok, I’ll probably end up using “boob,” because “breast” makes me giggle. Please don't look at me weird when you see me in person. Thanks!

So, where do we begin?

3/14/2011:

While getting ready for bed, I took off the most expensive bra I own. It’s also the least comfortable bra I own. Funny how that works, isn’t it? That darn thing makes me feel so sore, why did I buy it?  I touched my right hand to the top of the left side of my chest where it felt sore.  Wait, what’s this? I felt a large bump about the size of a marble.  I tried to stay calm and called over S.  He thinks (knows) I’m rather hypochondriac-ish, so he came over and told me not to worry.  But, he felt the lump, too. It was most definitely there.  But I have nothing to worry about, right?  I’m a healthy 30 year old woman.   There’s no way this could be anything serious.  Except, I have a family history of Breast Cancer.  Hyperventilation ensues.  One phone call to my mom, who also thinks (KNOWS) how I am… she told me she would make an appointment with a specialist in the morning. I went to sleep and tried to keep busy at work the next morning.

3/15/11:

Super-Mom called me to let me know that I need to be at the Dr’s office at 4pm.  I made plans to leave work early… and showed up at Dr. D’s office on time.  One awkward exam later…. and Dr. thought it was probably just a cyst or something. I really have no idea what he was saying because my brain was moving 100miles an hour.  He suggested that I get an ultrasound/sonogram of the area, though, just to be safe.

3/24/11:

The girls at the ultrasound place kept staring at the screen and frowning at it and making sounds that were making me worry. What do they know, anyway? Ultrasound: Done.

4/14/11:

Back to visit Dr. D, again, sister in tow.  He took a biopsy, though, for further testing. Large, pointy needle. (The first needle of many!) “I wouldn’t lose sleep over it,” said the Dr.