In all honesty, I was not overly concerned when my husband said he felt a lump in my breast. Sure, it caught me off guard, but when I checked for myself, it did not feel particularly obvious. I had to really press it in order to feel anything.
This was November 2024, I had gotten implants a few years prior and I gave birth to my son in 2023, so I was not sure what to think. The next night, as I was getting ready for bed, I felt the lump again as I was putting my pajamas on. My hand brushed over my breast, and I could feel the lump without having to search for it.
I knew instinctively this was not right. It was not just a clogged milk duct; there was actually something there. I called to make an appointment with my OBGYN the next morning and they could only get me in a few weeks later.
That was not good enough, I needed to be seen urgently. I kept pushing and they got me in a few days later. As the OBGYN did an examination by hand to feel the lump, his words were: "I see what you’re saying, but it does not present like a tumor." But I could still feel the lump and I knew it was not nothing.
I was 31 years old at the time so the doctor went on to say I was too young for a mammogram. Nonetheless, he gave me the name of a breast surgeon and as I was leaving, he said, "rest assured, you can sleep well tonight." Immediately after, I went downstairs to imaging and asked to schedule an appointment with a specialist. Again, I was met with hesitation as the receptionist told me it was not an emergency and the earliest they could see me was over a month later.
I knew I could not wait until December, so I insisted until they got me an appointment that week. When the ultrasound appointment finally came around, the radiologist said it was inflammation of a duct in my breast. That did not sound too bad, but I could not shake this inkling that it was something worse.
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