In August of 1998, I happened to drop a bottle of shampoo while in the shower. When I bent down to pick it up, my arm brushed against the “7 o’clock” position of my breast and felt a lump. I immediately touched it with my hand, then frantically checked my right breast to see if it had a similar bump in it. No such luck. I already had my GYN exam scheduled so within 3 days I was at my doctor’s office. I’d had a mammogram 6 months earlier which showed nothing. All I knew was that there was something that felt to my finger like a mangled, chewed-up piece of gum, and even though I tried telling myself it was nothing, I wasn’t buying it. My doctor tried to aspirate it but all he got was blood and I felt the next stab of fear. He told me it …
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