I had felt it but,

like most things in life, I chose to push it aside.

Self diagnosis concluding the overall inability to diagnose lumps due to an overall lack of expertise and life-accumulated incapacity of following written instructions.

But,

like most things in life, it did not go away simply because I willed it so.

The pop remained.

Come December 23, the diagnosis was printed:

Invasive Breast Cancer.