It was the end of summer vacation when my daughters and I went to our yearly gynecologist appointments. Everything was fine,

except for a thickening in my right breast. “You’ve had this before,” the doctor said, “but just to be on the safe side I’m giving you your yearly prescription for a diagnostic mammogram and sonogram if needed.”

I would need it. I got an appointment two weeks later. I wasn’t worried, I had been through this before. I put it in the back of my mind. The mammogram was fine but the nurse said the radiologist wanted a sonogram.