Just a Bad Memory

This is a subject that is near and dear to my heart.

Many years ago, 24 to be precise, I had just given birth to baby #4. He was a delightful, easy baby, but life was stressful. I was doing my best to breastfeed, run a business, keep the household running, volunteer at school, and fulfill volunteer assignments at church, and it was just getting to be too much. I wasn’t getting enough sleep. I wasn’t getting any exercise. I was just getting run down, and I suffered repeated bouts of mastitis for it.

When baby was about four months I had another round of mastitis. Once the fever and weakness were gone and the infection had cleared out, I was left with a lump in my left breast. The lump remained, and four months later Hubby insisted I go and get it checked. His exact words were, “These things can turn into cancer, and I don’t want you leaving me with four kids to raise alone.” So, off I went to the doctor. She examined the lump, aspirated it,