A LUMP...WHAT THE FUCK!

I have a Doctor's appointment next Wednesday at 11:30 am. I have a small lump under my armpit--not directly in the armpit just below it. My gynecologist--who reigns supreme in the universe is sending me to a surgeon. If I was a normal woman living a normal life, I would be freaked out. I am not. This, like everything else, will be taken in stride. Besides, my plate is so full I can't fit this on it. Don't get me wrong, I am handling this matter and I doing what I am supposed to do--having it checked out. There is nothing else to do. I can't stress over this and what it might be, I only have room left in my universe for what is.