Schiskabob. That’s the sound my brain made when I found the lump. Like someone skewered my peace and twisted everything on the stick of What now? I wasn’t scared of chemo—I already knew I’d say no. But the panic, the opinions, the pressure? Overwhelming. This blog is for the woman who already knows her body isn’t broken—it’s broadcasting. Before the biopsy, before the fear—let’s make a plan from clarity, not chaos.