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There are lots of routine, boring things you do every month or week or day to just keep things going. Since I was 18 and learned how to do a self-exam of my breasts at a Pride event, that’s been a boring monthly thing I just do without much thought. My grandmother had survived breast cancer once 25 years ago and is now battling it again. It’s spread all over her body now, recently showing up as a giant tumor in her brain. We found out about the brain tumor about a month ago. I scrambled to get things together to go down to Virginia to help my family and most importantly, Grandmother, during a very tough time. We talked and talked about pictures I was finding in boxes. I figured out how to push her wheelchair as we went in for her radiation treatments.

So last Tuesday I jumped in the shower, and without much thought, starting giving myself an exam. It took all of 5 seconds for me to feel it. A lump. My thoughts just stopped. Can’t be. I felt again. It was still there.

Do you really want to keep feeling for it? Maybe it will just go away? I suddenly didn’t want to do the exam anymore. I didn’t want to feel that weird thing sitting in my body. Whatever it was. I went to bed not wanting to think about it. Be overwhelmed by it. But the first thing I did when I woke up was to feel for it. It was still sitting there.

Honestly, my first thought was “Fuck. It’s really still there?”. I thought maybe it would be absorbed into my body. Or hormones. Or the fact I’m so exhausted from working that I just was feeling normal breast tissue and I was doing something wrong. I know a bit about breast cancer and knew the chances were super slim it was anything dangerous. But it was a lump. I called my mom to see if she had ever felt a lump. She hadn’t. Which made me feel extra horrible. But she tried to reassure me with all the stats I already knew.

Then I had to call my doctor. That made it official. Yup, I found a lump nurse and I’m not totally freaking out. Yet. So that’s where I found myself, in my socks and exam gown. My biggest hope was that she would not feel the lump. Or feel it and be like, ‘Silly girl, that’s just *insert normal thing you find in your breast*’. I had been thinking about my own boobs way too much at this point and just wanted to be told the issue didn’t exist. But she found it right away. Again, my thought was, “Fuck. It’s really still there?”. I’m lucky to have a level headed internist that actually talks to me. She talked to me about cysts and various other things. And she told me point blank she wasn’t worried. We needed to get me a ultrasound but it was such a slim chance it was cancer.

Walking out of the office, I got a little freaked out and felt a little scratchy in my throat. I wanted her to say it was nothing 100%. I wanted her to not even feel the lump. I wanted it to be normal. But the ultrasound appointment reminded me it was something I needed to actually get checked out. Even if it was a small chance.

So right now, this lump is just sitting with me. I’m waiting till my appointment to get the ultrasound. Whatever it is, I’m darn glad I do self-exams. I’m darn glad my grandmother fought her own breast cancer so bravely. And I’m darn sure that there are other young women who are waiting to get their own test results. Are finding their own lumps. Whatever it is, it’s ok to get that scratchy feeling in your throat. To start being afraid of your own breasts. Like they are not your own body parts. Don’t wait- call the doctor. Get it checked.

This post was written before my ultrasound appointment. I’m blessed enough to have wonderful technicians and doctors walk me through the appointment and results. My lump is a cyst, not cancer, and I don’t have to get a mammogram. My grandmother waited 6 months after finding her lump to go to a doctor. Fear consumed her and then she had to be brave and fight for her life. Don’t ever wait. Don’t let fear paralyze you. Reach out. Do self-exams. Be aware. 

 

 

  • Lauren

    <3 You're so awesome and astoundingly brave Kelly. 100 times as brave as I have ever had to be & it hasn't all been smooth sailing over here, let me tell you. I'm very glad that you don't have cancer. xxx

    • admin

      Lauren- I always heart you. You always have buckets of support pouring out of you. You’re amazing.

  • Kristen Peccilacqua

    So glad to hear it was just a cyst! Thanks for sharing your experience… I had a similar scare with my thyroid and felt very much like you did. You are so right about it being important to get things checked asap even though it’s scary. Sending good thoughts to you and your family and hoping for the best for your grandmother! :)

    • admin

      I was like, “I have cysty (is that a word?) boobs!! Yayyyy!”. But I’m not gonna lie, I feel weird about them right now. Like, now I’m scared of them a little bit. I’m so glad your thyroid scare was just that, a scare. May you continue to be healthy and enjoy newly married life :D

  • http://www.artofthecloset.com Nicole Marie

    Kelly, you rock for being a voice for so many women and reminding us to self examine! I’ve never been taught how – isn’t that terrible! I always assumed it my Catholic school upbringing, but I guess it’s less common than I realized! I am totally feeling myself up in the shower tomorrow. THANK YOU!!!

    • admin

      Youth Pride is where I learned self-exams. Seriously, can’t believe we don’t talk or teach this enough. So glad you’ll be doing a self-exam!! Makes my heart sing!

  • http://www.kandisebrown.com/ Kandise Brown

    I groped myself at my desk after reading this. I’m glad it turned out to be nothing. Hugs and love to you and your grandmother. <3

    • admin

      Keep on groping yourself every month ;) Mwuah.

  • Melissa of craftgasm

    Thank you for the reminder that the truth, whatever it is, is always better to know than to not know. I am so glad your cyst is a cyst.

  • Rachel Lavoie

    So, so important. My cousin died at 17 (I was 13 at the time) because he found a lump on his testicles and was too embarrassed to tell his parents about it until it was the size of a grapefruit. He had testicular cancer, and by then it was too late. They gave him chemo but he died a few months later. If he’d just been able to tell someone when he first noticed it, he might still be here.

    • admin

      Fear or embarrassment can isolate someone when they need help the most. I’m so sorry to hear about your cousin. May his memory be a blessing. I hope this just reminds a few people to do self-exams or say something if they find that scary lump.

  • Jessica

    I’m so glad you’re ok and you’re taking care of yourself! xo