Instead, I returned on March 6 for my 6 month check and ultrasound. Ironically, I found out later, that they didn't necessarily have me coming back because of the lump I found, but a different one that they discovered. Once again, I had the ultrasound. This time, the tech asked me about the area of concern and I showed her. The radiologist came in to feel it and said I would be getting an ultrasound-assisted core biopsy. She said that even it it wasn't cancer, I would be meeting with a surgeon in order to get it removed since it was constantly causing me some sort of pain. At the very least, it was definitely a target where my kids would always hit me, unknowingly, of course.
The biopsy was on March 12th and I was told I would get results in about two days. My dr. called me before 9a on the 14th to give me the news. She was very reassuring that this was not going to kill me. I would be raising my children and we would get this taken care of. All the while, I was thinking, "What did she just say?!?!"