Just that… a lump in my breast. I felt it last night, and I feel like the ground has shifted beneath me. It’s in the lower inner quadrant, hard, about the size between a chickpea and a pea. My heart sank the moment I realized it was there. I know this isn’t the most common location for breast cancer, and I’m still fairly young, in my 30s, but I can’t shake the fear.
I keep checking it—over and over—sitting up, standing up, lying down, arm up, arm down, you name it. Just trying to convince myself it’s not there, that its my lobules, that I made it up. But it’s there. It’s too defined.
My husband is away for business, 13 hours away by plane, and won’t be back until Friday. I can’t bring myself to tell him—I don’t want to worry him from so far away, and I rather tell him in person, not on a call/FaceTime. I feel so sick to my stomach...
Right now, I just need to say it out loud. I’m scared.