Chapter 11
Jasmine resisted the urge to rub the area where the needle from the biopsy had pierced. It still ached a little, though she was sure the pain would go away soon.
Wednesday had dawned, and she’d greeted it with both enthusiasm and trepidation. Jasmine had arrived at the breast clinic for the appointment, met with Dr. Allen—the surgeon who was going to handle her case—and had a breast examination. Dr. Allen had confirmed the presence of the lump and had requested an MRI and a needle biopsy for it. The tissue sample from the biopsy had been sent to the pathology lab, and she expected to hear back about the results within the next seventy-two hours.
They were going to be the longest hours of her life. The challenge was remaining focused till the results came out. Staying busy by
