A few months ago while doing a self breast exam I found a lump in my breast. My first thought was, did I just really feel a lump? I decided to wait and see if it was going to go away on its own, but it didn't. I told Mike about it and he begged me to go to the doctor, but to be honest, unless the end result of me seeing the doctor is me bringing home a bundle of joy, I don't like to go. In fact, I hate it! I finally did make an appointment and Monday I had to face the fact that I did, indeed, have a lump in my breast. I saw the doctor in the morning and she manged to work some magic and get me a mammogram and ultrasound appointment for later that day. I was okay about going, a little nervous, but I pretty much knew what to expect, after all, I had researched everything online before I went. (FYI, don't ever do that!) I made it through the mammogram and ultrasound just fine and then the radiologist came in (with back up). They lined up against the wall and all stared at me while he (speaking as if the word "cancer" was displayed on the screen) said, "It definitely looks like something that is going to need to be biopsied. Do you have any questions?" Um no. My next appointment went a lot better. The women I saw was very positive and optimistic. She had a great sense of humor and made me feel at ease. I'm scheduled for a biopsy next week, so now I just have to wait it out. That is the hardest part of the whole thing. But anyway, I could really use your prayers and positive thoughts!