A normal Sunday afternoon at home with my daughter and husband turned into a heart stopping vision. I often do self breast exams to myself, in early October 2015 I had felt a tiny bump in my left breast. I did not panic and decided to keep an eye on it of a few days, after a few days I no longer felt anything therefore forgot about it.
On that Sunday afternoon of Novemver 22, 2015 while getting undressed I happened to be facing a mirror and my heart skipped a beat. My left breast had retracted and slightly shrunk in comparison the the other. I quickly placed my finger over my breast and I immediately felt something that should not be there. I remained quiet and said nothing to my husband, I did not want to alarm him.
Monday November 23, 2015 I immediately called my GP and scheduled an appointment for noon. When I went to see him I told him about the breast issue and he had me undress and wait in the room. He immediately saw what I saw, the retraction and swelling over the left quadrant of the breast from 1pm to 3pm. He had me dress and went back into his office, this is where I began my unwanted journey. He informed me that I would have to have a mammogram as well as a breast ultrasound and a possible biopsy if required. In my heart I already new that this unwanted specimen was not something good. That same day I went back to the office and made some calls for a radiology clinic that would not make me wait weeks for my mammo. I was fortunate that one of the clinics was available to see me the same week.
At this point I knew I had to tell my husband, so I waited until after dinner and after I had put my daughter to bed. I went downstairs and told him we needed to talk, I told him I wanted him to look at my breast and I saw the panicked look in his face before he even looked at my breasts. Once he saw the evident, I told him that I had already been to the GP that morning and that tests had to be done. The fear in his eyes was heartbreaking, but the love and encouragement was exactly what I needed.
So on November 26, 2015 I went in with a lump in my throat and had the tests done. When the ultrasound was completed I asked the radiologist (Doctor) if I should be worried. Basically she pulled the rug right out from under me, it was a good thing I was still lying on the bed. She quickly without hesitation said to me that yes it is worrisome and that a biopsy should be done ASAP, as well as treatment options.....and that is when I heard nothing else but felt warm tears fall from my eyes all over my face. All I could think about was my husband but most of all my beautiful special needs daughter of 10 years old....the thoughts were in overdrive. I had to contain myself, get dressed and get to the office to work my day...not an easy task.
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