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OCTOBER IS BREAST CANCER AWARENESS MONTH
I can’t decide if it’s a good thing or not but I completed radiation treatment on October 1st. It’s super weird and well, kinda spooky that I hit that milestone in my treatment plan at the start of the month dedicated to breast cancer awareness.
But if we look at it I’m the perfect example of what the month hopes to achieve. I get checked yearly. It was during on of those checks my cancer was found. If I hadn’t been checked….
Yeah, let’s not talk about that.
Having regular mammograms and ultrasounds saved me. Without that I’d never have known I had cancer. I still have no clue how long I had it before they cut it out. And when I think about that it makes me feel sick. Because I WASN’T sick. Not at all. I couldn’t feel the lump either. If I didn’t subject myself to a few minutes of discomfort once a year I could have gone years without knowing I had a death sentence hanging over my head.
My doctor told me at my initial consult that by the time the average woman (not a doctor or expert of any kind) finds a lump it’s usually over 3cm. And more often than not already at stage 2. Which means it’s spread. This knowledge terrifies me for a number of reasons but the biggest one is –
How many women are walking around carrying a landmine in their boob?
Are you one of them?
I was and I had no idea.
Not a clue.
Well, no clue other than a scan that showed it. If I hadn’t had that I’d have gone about my life none the wiser.
It’s a scary thought.
I hate being a statistic. But if I have to be one I want to be in the group I’m in.
Minimal treatment necessary to remove the cancer.
Life barely altered.
If you’re going to be a breast cancer statistic I want you to be like me.
So listen to batman and……
GET YOUR BOOBS CHECKED!!
Why are you still here?
Go get those boobs squished!