Four years ago today I found a lump. A “perfect storm” of happenstance saved my life. My sister, using a hint of guilt, had me agree to say the rosary every day for Lent. It was a Sunday and I was tired so I lay down to “finger the beads”. There was a chill in the air so I moved my wrists up next to my breasts for warmth as I said the rosary. I was wearing a thin sweater and wrapped myself in a wool throw for warmth. I found the cadence of prayer soothing but between Hail Mary’s, my wrist bone felt something weird and a chill went up my spine.
The lump was undetectable in mammograms, sonograms and could only be felt when I lay on my back and pressed in that exact spot. There was no history of Breast Cancer in my family. My mother and sister had benign lumps which gave all of us a false sense of security. Every doctor I met with was surprised by the results and in the end a 3.5 inch DCIS tumor was removed along with a 1.2 mm cluster of cancer. Basically, my lump could only be found on a cold day with my wrist positioned in a particular way that is perfect for saying the rosary.
I still get chills when I think of the details.
That was the beginning of a two year roller coaster ride of surgeries. Four years later, I relish my days filled with good health.