It'll only hurt for a minute (or a few days)

So I agreed to the needle biopsy and the staff prepped me for it by telling me how much it was going to hurt and how much I would bruise and how local anesthetics would only keep it from hurting "as much". That's soothing and all, of course, but I would have preferred to hear lies, naturally. I prepped myself by allowing my son to eat so my breast would be drained and softer for the procedure.
Honestly, I didn't feel much. The anesthetic wasn't bad (in your face, junkies!) and neither was the procedure. The worst part of the whole thing, besides knowing it was going to prove I had cancer, was the constant astonishment from the staff over "how well you're doing" because apparently I AM Superwoman (I knew that already). The doctor notified me during the procedure that the test results would be on her desk within 24 hours and that she would call me with them as soon as she had them. 
So with the procedure completed and my cancer tumor probably really pissed off at me for allowing it to be stabbed four times by a big scary looking sharp needle (its okay, I'm really pissed off at it for growing in my left tit), my husband and I paid my exorbitant bill  (over $2500 since the beginning of the week on medical bills alone) for the tests to confirm that I had something I pretty much knew I had, we decided that the news needed to be discussed over indian food and we set off for my favorite indian restaurant.
We talked about cancer while dining on a buffet of things such as saag paneer, aloo bengan, chicken tikka masala, naan, chicken korma and mango custard and sipping hot chai. I had decided not to be depressed about this whole thing because after all, depression doesn't make anyone better.
We went home and talked to the kids about the tests and what the doctor said. They were all positive and hopeful that the test results would show something that I knew they wouldn't. My parents were the same way  when I called to talk to them later that day.
By this time, my left breast was beginning to throb a little. I couldn't take anything that would harm my still breastfeeding child and I don't like to take acetominophen (liver damage risk) or ibuprofen (kidney and liver damage risk), though I did take some arnica about every 15 minutes for a few hours. It helped some.
And then the wait began...