That is the most common type of breast cancer. It is the type that, as I found out via phone call at 4:45 this evening, I have. I will see a surgeon on Thursday and know more. For now, we are freaking out, making inappropriate jokes, freaking out, informing the family (which is something you do when someone dies, so it feels weird and wrong) and freaking out.
Each joke I make is met by "Mom! It's too soon!" so I should probably back off a bit, but it's what I do. I joke. What do you call a.....never mind. It's too soon.