They say that life is a journey. I don’t know who “they” are, but I know it is true because I see that phrase so often on coasters, note cards and signs. My journey started today when I found a lump in my breast while I was showering. I have to tell you, it scared the bejeebies out of me. I felt the lump and thought, “What is that?”, and then felt it again. Everything stops. Is this something to worry about? Was this there before and I just didn’t feel it? Is this real or am I over reacting? Is it still there? I feel again. Yep, it is still there. Crap. When was my last mammogram?
Here is where I tell you that I have a secret weapon . . . my husband is a breast surgeon. Over the years, I have noted the changes in my breast texture and location! I have asked him on many occasions to check out a thickening or new texture. All have been normal. When I say that I don’t like it, he generally teases me with “Wait till you see what happens next.” What?? So I determined long ago that I would be a fool not to take advantage of this great resource and have him do my breast exams for me for the past 30 years.
Gene came home and that evening I asked him to check out the lump that I had found. He examined me and asked when my next mammogram was due. I told him I was 2 months past due, so he suggested I schedule one since it had been over a year since my last one. He told me not to get too excited.