10/17/05- I go to the rescheduled appointment with Dr. Fuller, he thinks it’s a cyst but it doesn’t aspirate so he does a needle biopsy.  I’m only 29, it’s probably nothing.  I have an appointment for Friday the 21st to get the results.

10/20/05- No school today, I have plans to go shopping.   Lori from Dr. Fuller’s office calls and asks me to come in a 4:00, the results are back.  I have to end my shopping trip early but I get there by 4:00.  I am still confident that it’s nothing that is probably why they called me in early right?  I go in to the exam room and wait for Dr. Fuller.  He comes in a tell me it’s cancer.  I think my brain shuts down.  He’s going on and on about the treatments and the surgery that I would need.  Mastectomy vs. lumpectomy.  I’m not really hearing what he is saying; I’m just focusing on not crying.  I go out to the main office, thankful that it is empty.  He’s trying to schedule a mammogram and a blood test.  I hear him on the phone saying, “she’s only 29, and can you get her in soon”. He wants to see me on Monday.  Lori asks if I want to call anyone.  My parents are in Greece so I say no.  We decide that I will have my blood test then.  Those of you, who know me well, know my aversion to needles.  Soon they won’t faze me.  Lori walks me over to the lab at the hospital and gives me a few books to read.  I have the blood test.  I am thankful no one I know is there.  I go home still in shock.  I realize that I have an appointment to look at an apartment.  I have to move in the next month, my roommate is moving out.  I debate on if I should go or not.  I decide to go.  “Get over it, Christa,” I think.  I look at the apartment.  Travis comes over for dinner and still I don’t say anything.