Body Blow

04Dec09

I awoke early one December Saturday morning to one of those lovely sunny and not yet humid Sydney days. Scrunching up my eyes I stretched up above my head then reached over with my left hand to scratch a little itch just below my right breast. I felt something…odd. Definitely something I hadn’t noticed before. It was as hard as concrete. Maybe a weird bone I hadn’t noticed before? I reached over and poked the flesh of the other breast, right in the crease line where it met my chest wall. Nope, nothing there. Back to the right. Whatever it was, it didn’t hurt, and felt irregular, like someone had injected liquid concrete into my boob and it had created a bubbly, jaggedy pebble in an open space. Weird!

And so began what will probably turn out to be the defining year of my life.