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Apr 7, 2017
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So as most of my friends and family know. I am a 36 year old mother of the most beautiful 7 month old baby girl Grace. I am happily married to my husband and best friend Lee, who has been putting up with me since 2013. We are an active military family are stationed currently in Riverside, CA. While I was pregnant the summer of 2016 I felt a very small lump in my breast. When I mentioned it to my OBGYN she sent me for an ultrasound. It was concluded at that time as a cyst in my milk duct....no big deal. I scheduled a 6 month ultrasound check up that day. Fast forward months I went in for the ultrasound, even brought Grace with me thinking it would take 30 minutes tops and I would be out. I laid there watching a very pregnant ultrasound tech turn her head a few times and excuse herself. Moments later she came back with a Radiologist and they said they wanted me to have a mammogram that day. The lab coordinator had to watch Grace for me while I had my breast smashed every which way. They finished up and said "oh we need to do an ultrasound one more time." I was thinking geez people, I'm hungry :) After they finished up and the doctor read the findings she came back in and said they are noticing some necrotic like fatty tissue and they didn't think it was anything but wanted to schedule a biopsy to confirm. A month went by until that appointment. Let me tell you, a breast biopsy isn't a great experience. The device they use literally sounds like an electric pencil sharpener. I got my results 4 days later. I was holding Grace about to put her in the carseat to take her to daycare so I could go to the gym. It was St. Patty's Day (no luck here). Thank God I love my OBGYN, she is graceful in her words and patient in her manner. She said I know this is a lot, you will have more questions, but I need you to take these notes down so you wont forget what I am telling you. My life shattered. Thank God I had Grace to hold on to.