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Well, I've got this problem with my foot, you see. Darn thing has been bothering me since the middle of July. I guess I'm meant to be a lazy bum and stay at home while my husband supports me. I finally went back to work the middle of June (after 8 years of being at home with my babies). I found a terrific place to work - a brand new retirement home as a dining room server. I wanted something fun and non-stressful. The fun I got - I loved the residents, but it was kind of stressful given the management team, but that's another story. Anyway, after jumping right back into a full time job on my feet, my poor little foot couldn't handle it. I came home every evening with a swollen ankle (I mean huge) and had great difficulty walking and driving. By the end of my days off, the swelling and pain would finally go down. As the summer progressed, the swelling never went away at all, no matter how long I spent on the couch (ha, ha). I could kick my self now, except that would really hurt. I should have called in sick and gone to the doctor, but no - I didn't want to let anyone down. Okay, so finally at the end of August I made an appointment with my doctor. After many blood tests, x-rays, bone scans, and CT scans later, I found out that I have nothing major wrong with my foot but a silly stress fracture. She put me in an air cast and I have been hobbling around on that for 6 weeks now. On the 22nd of October, I had another appointment with Dr. Findlay to see if I could take the cast off, and by the way I found a lump in my right breast last week. She wrote up a referral to an orthopedic specialist (I'm seeing him on the 13th of November) and had me lay down on the table so she could feel the lump. Me, not being the worrying sort of person, said, :oh my grandma has had many cysts in her breasts; I'm sure that's what it is, right?" No, the doctor didn't think so. It didn't have the feel of a cyst. She wrote out another referral for me to get a diagnostic mammogram. "Well, I'm sure falling apart, aren't I!", said I, expecting a chuckle. She didn't laugh, or even make a comment - she just was very professional and doctor-like. That was my first inkling that something was wrong. After waiting a week for the hospital to call for my mammogram appointment, I got my time - Monday, November 3 at 8:00 am.