As some of you may remember, I posted the Calling All Sistahs – Self-Exam Reminder a couple of weeks ago. In that post, I shared I found a lump during my self-exam earlier this month and was going through the process of getting referrals to specialists, getting appointments scheduled for various tests, etc. The worst part through it all was the waiting. The waiting to know whether or not I would ultimately hear the dreaded “c” word.
Thankfully, I learned today that I DON’T have breast cancer. The lump I felt is an “oil cyst” (a type of scar tissue specific to the breast) that is likely the result of a large bruise I had earlier in the fall. I will see a surgeon in about three weeks for a needle aspiration to remove the fluid, then I’ll see the radiologist again in three months for a follow-up ultrasound to make sure it’s diminishing. For now though, I’m just grateful it’s not cancer. I watched my first cousin battle breast cancer for several years before finally succumbing to it. So, for today, I will breathe deep and be thankful.
Until next time …
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