Awkward but great news!!

So a few weeks ago I found a lump the size of a carnival token about 1 inch below my collarbone. I went to see a nurse practitioner and she thought it was "suspicious." ( I don't know what else it would be.) So she sent me to radiology to get an ultrasound done. The radiologist said you need to go and see a general surgeon. Great! I know I am a nurse and all but surgery and me do not go together. So I went to see the surgeon and when the MA called my name to bring me back into one of the rooms I knew who she was. Dude I love this girl, we worked together for a couple of years and I was her photographer for her wedding. Anyway, we chit-chatted, she took my vitals and then left and said the doc would be in soon. Anyway, the doc comes in and says he needs to do a breast exam. Whatever, like I care, I have all ready had a baby and we all know after that, you are kind of free to the world. So I got into my gown and when the Doc came back he came with a friend, oh no wait, it was my friend. This is where the awkward situation hit. Blah, blah, blah. Needless to say, we are a bit better of friends today!!! So the Surgeon said, " I think that tumor is suspicious and I need you to come back so we can do biopsies." "Oh wow", I thought, lets see so in the last 10 days, I have been opening my gown to 4 docs and I get to come back again! Anyway I came back and had 6 biopsies done and no my friend was not there this time, just another girl. Anyway, I was supposed to call the office to find out my results in two days. I called and they transfered me to someone who had authority to tell me my results. She asked for my info. and then said, " Ummm actually, I'm going to have the surgeon give you a call personally so he can give you those results." Yep, I freaked. Great I thought I have cancer. And then I did the best thing possible, I finished my work day where I go visit terminal patients who have cancer. ( It was horrible) Then I started to think positively. Hey, guess that means I can stop working and stay home. Ha ha ha. Anyway, the doc and me played phone tag until the next day when he called me on my work phone. What great news... I felt to relieved...No signs of cancer or precancerous cells, the tumor is just made of fat and that means no surgery!!! So now I have to hit the gym because I not only worry about the fat below my waist I get to work on the fat above my waist. He he!!!