It seemed surreal that I was finally pregnant. Elated, I kept the news to ourselves for three months. Just in case. Miscarriage was not new to my circle of friends.

The first trimester passed and I finally told our family and friends. Then I started to feel an achy swelling in my breast.

After I told my delivery doctor about it, she recommended I get an ultrasound just in case. It was probably nothing. Swollen milk ducts perhaps. At the lab, the technician seemed uneasy. I told myself it was probably because they aren’t allowed to say anything until a radiologist verifies things. The radiologist came in and told me to stay behind for a mammogram. “I’m only 34 years old,” I told myself. Too young.