Not ever in my life did I think that I could be diagnosed with breast cancer. That never intersected my mind as I saw my mom fight her own struggle with this after which, pass away 4 years later after being diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Years later, my sister could be diagnosed with cancer of the breast. Residing in another state, I did not see her struggle, but I was still overcome with the same fear and sadness that I got had with our mother.
I didn't check personally frequently, but once I had I really didn't know things I was looking for. Has been I feeling the "fatty" tissue or has been I feeling something which I would fear?