This week has been a pretty stressful one for me and I’ve not really felt like posting or socialising until today. On Monday, I discovered a small, hard lump in my right breast. I could have seen a doctor that day, but the only one available was a man and I really didn’t feel comfortable with him prodding me about, so I booked in for an appointment on Thursday.

This probably wasn’t the best idea as I then spent the next four days worried sick. I came off the mini-pill a few weeks ago and now my period is late, so I was praying that this all tied together and was just a case of messed-up hormones. I never realised just how something like this can affect a person, even though I knew the odds were in my favour. I spent a lot of time looking stuff up online, learning about what might happen if the news was bad.

I checked the lump multiple times a day, hoping it would suddenly have gotten smaller or even disappeared. I have never wanted to cancel a doctor’s appointment so badly, but I knew I’d never be able to relax if I didn’t go through with it.

Turns out all my worrying was unnecessary though. The doctor said it was absolutely normal and likely to be just fatty tissue. She was very reassuring and and thorough, even checking at my other breast and my armpits. I was certain I was going to get a hospital referral, but the doctor was very confident the situation would resolve itself. She did advise me to go back and see her if I was still worried after my next period had finished.

So that’s my week. It’s certainly given me a scare and shown me things in a new light.