A time to be scared

Just last week I was ready to do the happy dance over going to visit my family. Funny how life can take a drastic turn in a week. Yesterday was my routine mamogram. Which usually amounts to about a half hour of my life spent in extremely uncomfortable and embarassing positions. But yesterday wasn't like most years. They needed extra films because something just wasn't quite right.
After all the smashing and squeezing and xray taking was complete, they asked me to step into the office to speak with the doctor. What he showed me was a cluster of small white dots that looked like grains of salt. He told me seeing the white dots was pretty normal, but in a cluster like that we really need to examine them more closely. He said I need a biopsy. I told him about my upcoming trip. And I told him I'd cancel it. He told me to go on my trip and try to forget about this until I got back home. He also said it's probably nothing.
I made it all the way to the car before I started to cry. I've had one health issue after another for most of my life, and so far there hasn't been anything thats turned out to be "nothing". So, I'm scared. Part of me wants to cancel this vacation and go see whats wrong with me. Then a part of me just really wants to see my family. I just feel torn.
And to make the decision even harder, mom called this morning and said my cousin is coming up from Florida and meeting us in Tennessee.
I think I'm going on this trip. As for putting it out of my mind, well... I can put on a good act. They don't have to know how scared I really am.
I just have to hope the doctor was right when he said "it's probably nothing". And, if I know my family like I think I do, I'm sure they're praying for me already. I think I've survived this long mainly by the power of their prayers. I have to hold tight to that.