It’s been 5 years since I tested positive for the BRCA1 gene mutation.
Every year when May rolls around it’s a bittersweet reminder of that day in the familia cancer unit at a hospital in Perth where I received the news. It’s also a mark that I’ve made another trip around the sun unscathed from this mutation.
This year was slightly different.
One morning I was getting dressed in the bathroom (not something I usually do as I’m usually In the bedroom) in front of the mirror and I happened to notice a small dent in my right boob just above the nipple. That moment when your heart skips a beat and you break into instant sweat is hard to forget. After examining it I realized my boob was a bit sore and in pressing on a certain spot I felt what was like a pea under the skin.
After pushing it to the back of my mind for a couple of hours I decided to make an appt with my breast specialist in Hamilton, deciding that the middle of the following week was ok because if the lump went away I’d be able to give them enough notice to cancel.
Turns out by the following morning the lump and pain had disappeared. I’ve since put it down to a little blocked duct from breastfeeding as it’s never come back.
I’m religious in my own examinations and know my body well, hence why I didn’t hesitate to act on what I’d discovered.