Now, as such I'm not expecting it to be anything serious, but he is taking no chances with me........(coz trust me my medical files are as thick as a brick). I know I don't look it *ahem* but in a couple of years I'll be 50 and would have been sent for my routine mammogram anyway. I shall be getting a sample drawn and tested and all that kind of thing as well. There is a chance it may be cancer.
Funny thing is, a year ago my twin sister had an op to remove a larger lump, kind of shallot shaped. It was benign, thank God. For the family record, I know my grandmother had breast cancer, and my mother died of stomach cancer, but I know her chain smoking had a lot to do with that but the cancer seemed to attack her everywhere bar her boobs!........And that's where my ridiculous theory comes in.
My twin sis is a smoker (since high school) likes a drink, bakes herself in the summer and has periods easy-flow periods and her lump was benign - well, it was more of a cyst, really. If I let myself believe, and live up to the way things often turn for me, what are the chances of me, the non-smoker, non drinker, hysterectomy-scarred, ex-breast feeding summer recluse getting it a little bit tougher...? I know it's daft, but with vast, past experience, this typifies how things usually go for me. The chalk and the cheese.
I know it's gonna be okay. Really I do. But I can't help these little thoughts from butting in and hitting me with it's less than 5% chance of my right tit's visitor needing an eviction notice from higher beings!