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.