How I found the Alien

Picture yourself, sitting at your desk on May 11, 2011, as you are on the phone talking with someone in another location (I was training via Teleconference and web), and you just happened to reach around the front of your chest and you for some reason scratch your right breast. Keep in mind, nobody can see what you are doing behind your cube walls. During that informal, basic bodily itch moment, you find something foreign in your breast. OMG, what the heck is that? Your internal organs quiver and a shot of fear goes through you while you continue your verbal exchange on the telephone. You can hardly wait until this call is over!

Yes, that’s right. It was huge. How could it get that big even under my too casual supervision? I have to get a mammogram soon. Maybe it’s just a result of all that fluid and hormone levels related to my menstrual cycle. Maybe I should wait. After consultation with a couple of co-workers, I was convinced to go get that boob-squishing intervention on May 13 – so glad I had that day off.  I really don’t have time for this stuff.