Some time in early March 2006. 
I dont know what made me wake up one morning and declare I would do a breast examination (maybe it was GOD) anyway I did and felt realy stupid coz my boobs felt like they always did. I still dont feel 100%.  

16/4/2006. We went to take Lozzy (scotts daughter Laura) up to Gunnedah for her holiday with her friends the Edmonston’s, hanging out with horses.

We went of to Tamworth that night and stayed at a lovely caravan park. I made dinner and we slept well, Scottie made me brekky and then went to have a shower.
That was the moment that stopped my breath, I had my left arm above my head and brushed my hand over the skin on my left breast, and felt something unusual on further poking and prodding "it" was highly evident.
I exclaimed out loud “Oh Crap” thought about it and went to tell Scottie what I had found.
I felt sick and cried quietly holding onto his wet chest. (I didnt want the kids to hear) Scotts face was ashen white and full of knowing of what it might be.

Life must go on, he got dressed and I called my mate Lisa, I just needed to ask her what surgeon to see. I got the next available appointment with our GP. Then we made the long trip home my mind was on overdrive.
I let Kyla (my best friend) know too she wasn’t stressed and said I know what you are felling as she had fibrous breasts diagnosed recently.
Saw the GP that afternoon who confirmed I had a lump in my breast that needed to be further examined and then had to wait a week to get a mammogram & ultrasound done, my gut feeling was bad news was ahead. I found myself checking the bloody thing every morning - just to make sure it was not a dream, that maybe it had dissapeared - bugger every day "it" is still there.

23/4/06 Church was hard I, was emotionally overloaded, had a big hard time fighting the tears, so I didn’t bother. Did get Suzy to pray for me & told some of the girls at Church.
 I know it is scary but I don’t feel good about this at all. I’m not even afraid, I’m sure this is a really bad thing growing in me. When you take account of all the funny symptoms I’ve had in the last 6 months. Swollen left arm pit, glands in the neck up and now a 2cm lump in my breast after checking it only a month ago. It doesn’t feel a good shape, its more like a leather button on your grandpas old jacket.
I told Sarah a couple of days ago don’t know if I should have but I needed her to understand what’s going on at the moment, Harry & Laura are going to camp so I wont need to tell them yet. 

Had lots of little conversations about the big "C" word & the prospect of dying with my wondeful Scott and I know that dying is not in the game plan.

I feel this is going to be another battle I will have to win.

I have too much to do on earth and am no saying goodbye yet, Ive got unconcieved grandchildren to love and a world of oceans to sail over. 
I’m not afraid of death or dying coz heaven and Jesus are my wonderful safety net.

24/4/06 So I had the mammogram and ultrasound today and as I expected it was not good I need a biopsy as the lump is not a cyst and is asymmetrical.
So here goes: the living night mare begins – can’t cry yet. 
Told Arron he coped OK & Sarah she got very upset.

Going to see GP on Wednesday 26/4/2006 to get referral to see a surgeon.

27/4/06 Today I had the ultrasound guided Biopsy, they were very nice to me and it took about 1hour lots of poking & prodding a little uncomfortable not overly painfull.