I have a friend who reminds me, on most months, to check for breast cancer. Almost every month, on the 9th of the month, I get this reminder. And on these months, I pass on the reminder to my friends. And my daughter. She’s 16.
This morning, on the 9th of the month, she comes to me and says “Mom, I felt a lump.” Now, the first thought was just a total blow-off. She’s only 16, for God’s sake! 16-year-old girls don’t get lumps. This is what I said to reason with myself. She happened to tell me while I am scrambling to get my morning routine out of the way. I said, “Let me get your daddy out the door to work and I will check it out.” Honest to God, I wasn’t expecting anything. Besides, you don’t find cancer in your 16-year-old daughter’s breast before 7am. It’s just a rule.
So, about 25 minutes later I sat down and she showed me where she felt it. I put my fingertips on the spot and had to hold back my reaction. Holy shit! There’s a lump.
** Side note: I remember, about a zillion years ago, I got a hand-out in a doctor’s office that had little “boobies” with implanted lump-types in them, so people could feel what different types of lumps felt like. Most often, a woman will feel a mass that is sort of squishy-like and bulbus, almost. Those are generally nothing to worry about. But then, there are those little “pebble-types” under the skin. Those… those are something to worry about a little more.
This was that type of lump. It was a small little pebble. Very contrasting with the tissue around it. Like someone had put a small rock in a sea of marshmallow.
I put on my brave mom-face and said, “Let’s keep an eye on it for the next week. It’s probably nothing.” And that is the truth – it’s probably nothing. But, instinctively, I left the house for work and called the doctor. She has an appointment tomorrow.
It’s probably nothing. I know that. I hope that.
Today, though, I am thankful for my friend who sends out those monthly reminders. Even if I don’t get them *every* month, I got them enough to make a habit. I am thankful for doctor’s offices who can get my daughter in right away. I am thankful for my daughter, who brought it to my attention right away. I am thankful for WebMD, which is informative enough to scare the living shit out of me. I am thankful for that little voice in my head that is assuring me that it’s nothing.
Tomorrow, I will be thankful for peace-of-mind.
I’ll keep you updated. In the meantime, it’s the 9th of the month. Check your boobies, please.