So the biopsy is done, and my new best friends tonight are (in no particular order) coffee, icepacks, pillows and Tylenol.
And so plenty of time to begin the self diagnosis, with the help of Dr Google.
I must’ve read everything there was to read on calcifications and suspicious breast abnormalities.
It didn’t take too long before both Dr Tracey (as my hubs affectionately calls me) and Dr Google (my new BFF) came to an agreement.
And so its official (according to us anyway) I have breast cancer.
We know it, but for the sake of everyone close to me, we aren’t jumping to conclusions until we get the official, official diagnosis. After all, there’s a 20 something percent chance its nothing at all.