I wasn't going to blog about this (mostly because I don't have a burning desire to write about my boobs and post it on the Internet), but it dawned on me this morning that this was a great opportunity to put a guilt trip on some of you! You see, I'm leaving in a few minutes to go have a lumpectomy. I found a lump in my breast last November, and I told my doctor about it, but he wasn't overly concerned. So, I listened to him, even though my little inner voice continued to nag at me. By January, it was still weighing heavily on my mind, so I scheduled a mammogram. The mammogram came back fine - - they could see the lump but it wasn't concerning. However, my OB/GYN sent me to a surgeon as a routine follow-up. The surgeon asked me to come back in July (another routine follow-up) so that he could clear me and send me on my merry way. I went to that appointment this past Monday, and to my great surprise, he found that the lump had grown quite a bit in three months. So, I am off this morning to have it removed and biopsied. I am choosing not to freak out, one, because freaking out doesn't do anyone any good. I also know that 80% of biopsied (is that even a word?) lumps come back as benign, but I am certainly not so ignorant as to think that "it can't happen to me". The point to this whole post? If you don't do a monthly self breast exam, you really should rethink that. If something doesn't seem right, tell your doctor.