Final. But Not?

Saw my doctor for the final results of the biopsy and things were confirmed benign which is great and I'm to go back to regular monitoring which should feel a lot greater than it does somehow?  I think maybe I'd hoped they'd suggest the thing get taken out but I am not actually a doctor (spoilers) so I'm just trusting that they know what's best all round and my doctor says I can go in yearly for her to check (there was nothing on my self checks for whatever that's worth?) in between the regular mammograms I was going to be getting anyway and I'm reminding myself that the thing may have been there for a long time or ever and who knows what is going to grow in and on my body over whatever span of years I'm lucky enough to be around for.  So I imagine the slight hum of worry may fade.  And I know there's a marker in the area so that folks know where to look on whatever imaging comes up whenever it comes up next.

I texted my folks to let them know and that evening my Dad called.  He asked how I was feeling and I felt awkward giving an answer but he was really understanding (he went through a lot of biopsies for his own cancer concerns... thankfully all clear for him as well) and the call was short but how sweet for me to have a father who is alive and well and willing and caring enough to call and check in.  I am so very lucky and thankful (and aware that it won't be this way forever, even if I want it to be with all my heart and soul.)

So yeah, I'm fine, I'm good.  There is a thing in one of my breasts and that's not a huge concern (apparently) and we'll keep an eye on that thing and this is life in a human body I guess, eh?