Velogirl, another big, big hug from me. Like some of the other women who've responded, I started getting annual mammograms when I was 30 because of my family history (my mom was diagnosed when she was 34). Ironically, my OB/GYN felt something "funny" when I was 34, and I essentially freaked out. Thankfully, an ultrasound determined it to be a waterfilled cyst, but I remember how hard waiting for that appointment was. So, my heart goes out to you.
I certainly hope and pray this turns out to be nothing. In any event, I'm glad you got a baseline--and I hope the women out there who haven't gotten one yet are motivated by this to make an appointment today.
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