Walking into the office building I looked up to the bright sunny sky and said, “God give me strength and the rest of you up there I hope your paying attention.”

A nurse escorted me down the hall to the examination room first giving me Dr. E.D’s medical background then proceeded to take my history. When I spoke of my two brothers being taken by cancer she asked if his name was JK. I said yeah that’s him, as it turned out she was a very close friend of his back in high school. I can only believe he was there with me. How freaky is that?

Dr. E.D came in the room and gave me a breast exam stumped that my mammogram came back normal. He suggested we do an excisional biopsy right there in the office seeing where the lump itself was near the surface on the areola below the nipple.

He cleaned the area with an antiseptic and one quick pinch inserting the needle to inject a local anesthetic, a pull here, a tug there, two sutures and the procedure was done. Phew, it really wasn’t as bad as I had anticipated.

He explained if the tissue he removed should come back abnormal it would be nothing life threatening and wouldn’t require anything like a mastectomy and would be completely curable.

Well, now that statement made me a little uneasy, but in reality when you find a lump isn’t that your first thought that it’s cancer?

I wasn’t thinking cancer though I thought maybe aging, menopausal; hormonal changes, or maybe the result of body changes that come along during the aging process. I wasn’t thinking cancer.

As the nurse and me were going over after care for that night and following day, the Dr peeked his head in the door asking how I felt about coming back in on the following Tuesday to discuss this further. Something tells me the Dr. knows more then what he led me to believe.

If it’s normal couldn’t they just call me, and say it’s benign? Now I’m thinking cancer!