And so it begins

It was an average Monday night, nothing out of the ordinary. We were laying in bed, winding down for the night, Matt had his hand on my boob. "What's that?" "What's WHAT? WHAT IS THAT?!?" And so begins my journey of just another "lump" in the road.

I called the next morning to make an annual exam. Three months out, they were booking. (Side note, I find it amazing how far out they are booking annual exams these days!) "Uh... okay and before you hang up, I found a lump in my left breast..." "Ah, yes, we have an appointment on Friday! See you at 1:50. Click."

Sure as shit, the day after I found the lump, my roommate (who had no idea about my recent finding) came home and told a story about her student's siblings and how they had died in unique ways.  His older sister, she said, found a lump in her breast and died two months later.  Yes, you read that right, she died two months after she found her lump!  So, as you can imagine, I quickly decided I have 2 months to live, I just know it!  I best get on doing everything I've ever wanted to do... but what is it I've wanted to do?  I wish I knew!  

Fast forward to Friday, I clearly told the doctor I had already officially received my death sentence and knew I had two months to live.  As the doctor was feeling up my boobs she felt something in my left boob, but NOT what I felt.  As soon as she found the this second "thing" I quickly realized a second lump decreased my life from 2 months to 1 month and informed the doctor of my realization.  She shook her head and said she was at a loss of words.  No, the second thing she felt wasn't anything about which to be concerned, but the initial lump was worthy of a mammogram and ultrasound.  Referral submitted.