I had a scare these last few days. I was taking a shower last week and felt a lump on my right breast. I almost dismissed it like I usually do with little problems I have and hoped it would go away, but it didn’t. I went to my doctor’s office as soon as I could to have it checked out and I was referred to their breast clinic. I scheduled myself for a Diagnostic Mammogram the next day.
I lost a lot of sleep thinking about it and I scheduled my appointments after my 12 hour shifts at work. I swear I fell asleep on the exam tables on both days! But it had to be done and done as soon as possible. Although I was really worried I tried to maintain my composure. I needed to stay strong for my job and my family. I did a lot of praying.
I almost broke down yesterday as the ultrasound tech was visualizing the mass and taking screen shots. I really felt like I was a walking time bomb since I turned 35 and the bomb finally went off. Scenarios kept running through my mind. I couldn’t help but think about dying.
My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 33 and passed away when she was 36. I felt I was so lucky to have surpassed her lifespan but always had the feeling I might not have much longer. With aunts on both sides of my family that also have been diagnosed with breast cancer, I had the feeling of doom looming over me.
The lump turned out to be a “degenerating fibroadenoma 1.2 cm in size”, which is basically calcified tissue. It has been there at least 7 years but for some reason I am just able to feel it now. It has grown a little in size, but that’s expected as it is a degenerating tissue like the rest of my aging body.
I thank the Lord for blessing me with this good news. I thank everyone who was aware of my dilemma and prayed for me. I will take this lesson to heart and start living like each day is my last.
Me and my Mommy