The day of the surgery came about a month later. My mom and aunt were seriously worried about the outcome and the surgery itself, but I wasn't fazed. The only thing that upset me was that I had to get up at four in the morning to make it in time for my 6:00 am surgery. I hoped there was a Starbucks nearby so my doctor would be awake and alert, because I was still half asleep.

I checked in, disrobed and got into an unflattering gown. As I waited for the anesthesiologist, I began to finally feel the twinge of nervousness. When he arrived, he injected the anesthesia and I slowly faded off to sleep.

When I awoke I had an ace bandage wrapped around my chest, but I felt surprisingly okay. I got up and had some crackers and soda while I met with the doctor. He said everything went as planned and I could go home.

I took about a week to recover. I enjoyed watching TV and eating chocolate snacks in bed. I got a call from my doctor saying that my test results came back and the lump was only a (non-cancerous) fibroadenoma. I was fine! The wound healed and now the only person who notices the scar is ME!

My doctor did warn me that recurrence is common with fibroadenomas, but I do self breast exams and my gynecologist does an exam during my yearly visit. Because when it comes to your body, you can never win by playing the waiting game.
 
--Sarah Branley