So it all began when I turned 31 yrs old and finally broke down and got a primary care physician. I joke about this often because before this year I was pretty durn healthy. I'm not overweight, not over 40 yrs old, don't smoke or drink, don't have a family history of breast cancer, and I workout often. That is why everyone including myself was shocked when we learned I had breast cancer on September 1st. I had been having a lot of testing and medical issues this year including difficulty with breathing and swallowing at times and headaches, but none of my doctors had come up with anything good to explain all my aches, pains, and problems. I just attributed it to getting older. Around Aug, 24th, I had found a lump randomly in my left breast. It didn't concern me at first because I figured like a lot of women that it was just a cyst that came up. I had never felt it before so it couldn't have been there that long, right? Not the case. I had it checked out by a nurse practitioner for my OB-GYN, and she told me we would keep an eye on it. A week went by and I had been having some burning and shooting pains under that breast. I decided to get it checked out. They sent me to the Northwest Women's Imaging Center for an ultrasound. We ended up also doing a mammogram (which women do not lie when they say that they squeeze you so hard that you feel your breast may pop!). Shortly after a radiologist came in and gave me the shock of my life by saying, "I'm going to be frank. I think it is cancer". I thought she was kidding at first. Then, reality slapped me in the face and I broke down. They wanted to immediately do a biopsy. I called my husband, mom, and sister to let them know the news and quickly was taken back for my procedure. It was suppose to take little over an hour, but ended up taking over 2 hours and involved a lot of pain and bleeding in the process. That was a really rough day and so where the next few days of recovery and taking in the news. The following Tues, I got the official reports from the biopsy that confirmed that I have GRADE 3 (not to be confused with stage 3) invasive ductile carcinoma breast cancer. I spent the next few days lining up some good doctors with the help of friends and family. Last Friday, Chris and I went for our first appointment with Dr. Arredondo. We spent about 30-45 mins in the room while he educated us on so many things and was very thorough in answering all our questions and concerns. He was very comforting to both of us, and we left there feeling like we were in good hands. We came to the conclusion that our first step was the BRCA blood testing to see if I carry the gene for breast cancer. Once we get those results early next week, we will decide our plan of attack from there. I pray for the easier route and for the test to be negative for the gene. I will be posting our findings next time. In the meantime, please join me in asking God for a negative test result.