I don't like the way this feels

Supposedly, a cyst, when examined by a doctor, will roll away from their touch and feel like a grape. My lump, as it would turn out, was more like a tangelo. In size and feel. My doctor said, "I've got to say I've got a bad feeling about this. Let's get you in for a mammogram and ultrasound." Good as her word, she got me scheduled within 3 hours. So, my melons got flattened into pancakes and then I had a very revealing ultrasound. I could see it on screen. It kind of looked like a lizard. Or an arrowhead, at one angle. It was an odd feeling, looking at my own personal weapon of mass destruction. It definitely was not a sweet, innocent grape. This thing looked nasty. It looked malignant. And I wanted it gone. The tech said the doctor would be in shortly. I laid on the table for at least a half an hour and I knew right then. If it was nothing, they would have been back in right away and told me to go home. When the doctor finally came in, she took a look at it herself on screen and then sat down and said, "we're dealing with a cancer here." Okay. No chance it's a cyst then? Nope. All right. Next step? Biopsy.