A few weeks ago, I found a lump in my breast. I was in the shower. I thought I felt something, but my first reaction was to not let my mind go there so I quickly moved on. A few minutes later, I checked again and confirmed it was indeed a lump. I finished my shower (and my day) trying not to think too much about it. That night I asked my husband to see what he thought. We went to the doctor the very next morning. In short, the doctor referred me to a specialist and told me I'd get an appointment in the mail. About a week later, I saw the specialist who referred me for more tests. I had a mammogram on Monday and today I have an ultrasound. Scary stuff right? Because we never know when the appointments are going to be, my husband can't plan for it and arrange to be with me. I've had to see the specialist and have the tests on my own. This is one of the worst things about living in a foreign country - when my husband can't...
The misadventures of a Jersey Girl that crossed the pond