Bountiful. Bodacious. Battle. Brave. Boobs. Biopsy. What is she doing here in this post tonight? I am making a play on words. A biopsy can be described as a medical test performed by a surgeon (usually) involving a sampling of cells or tissues for examination. I have a “suspicious” area. You can guess where. Anyway, “they” are 99% sure everything is okay but they “want to have a closer look” just to make sure. I have spent my time contemplating on this and that is why my posts were cryptic of late. Sorry to be that way, but it takes a while to process these things. I know many phenomenal women out there who have undergone the same test with results bearing good news and bad. One such woman asked me if I needed her to go up there for the second test, and I thanked her, but knew I wanted to go it alone. She is such a strong person and every woman I know who has had to fight this battle is a hero in my eyes.
I have written about cancer before. I have had a biopsy before in my life. I’m not sure why this time “feels” different…it just does. At any rate, the reason I am writing this post tonight is to make sure that every woman out there with a family history starts to get theirmammograms at 35. I missed one last year because I am only 37. I will never do that again no matter what. Perhaps that is why I am going through this now. I needed a wake-up call. It is what happened to my grandmother many years ago when they discovered hers.
I feel very fortunate and loved right now…even though I might not have any skin left on my fingers. Ahem. Not that I am worried or anything. I have a wonderful support group of friends, family, and co-workers. I have a husband who has been wonderful and the sweetest girls ever. So, I just wanted to say thank you.
“A scar simply means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you.”
~Unknown
