My boobs like to play tricks on me.
They were all glorious and perky until I had kids, then they died. From firm melons to sweaty cold cuts left in the sun a bit too long.
I’ve always done my breast self-exams in the shower to make sure everything is great. Everything was, until my family medical history went down the cancer toilet.
Not long after my father died of cancer and my mom was diagnosed with cancer, I discovered most of my father’s siblings had had cancer, as well as one niece.
So I went in for my 1st mammogram at age 34, just to be safe.
They found something. So we had to probe deeper.
They did some more digging and discovered it was just the landscape of that breast. But still, I had to go back in for another mammogram 6 months later, then a year.
At the year, I had an odd sensation in the other breast. That one decided to give me trouble, too.
In the end, it’s just how they are. They like to scare me (my breasts can be assholes like that). It wasn’t cancer.
But I stay on top of it. Them. I still do my exams. I know how awful cancer can be, so I take it seriously.
I have people who love me – including myself – and we all deserve for me to prioritize my health.
This week at InThePowderRoom.com we’re all talking about breasts, in honor of International Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
I decided that I’ve written so much about the stressful part of mammograms, ultrasounds, Breast Specialists, being scared, being hopeful, that I’d bring a lightness to the topic.
CLICK HERE to see why I think bra shopping is
the Witness Protection Program for Boobs.
(you might want to bring a notebook & pen to count the number of
synonyms I have for the words “breasts.” Oh yeah, I got creative)
Then don’t forget to do your monthly breast self-exam, and talk to your doctor about when the right time is for you to get a mammogram.
Your Fun Bags deserve to stay healthy, and so do you.