In early February of 2017, I was sitting on my couch and I was upset about something. I rubbed my neck area and felt a lump. At that moment, I remember feeling scared, but I tried to forget about it for the upcoming week.
The following days, I kept telling myself that it was nothing. By the end of the week, the hypochondriac in me started kicking in and I went to urgent care. I thought that I had hit myself with a weight when I was working out–at least that was the story I was telling myself.
Two weeks later and after a mammogram, ultrasound and biopsy, I got the news–I had breast cancer. I have the cancer!
I cried a lot. I was scared I was going to die.
After a few rough days, I picked myself back up and moved on. This is that journey–the good, the bad, and the ugly, about my no good lump.