Okay. In honor of Breast Cancer Awareness month, I've been asked to 'lend my voice' here and there and all over. I've been very willing to do that. I think it's important that we all share our stories, that we all encourage each other, so I've been doing a lot of that, although I've said precious little about it here on my blog. I've been thinking about it though.
Here is my obligatory Breast Cancer Awareness Month post. I also apologize in advance.
Make your appointment for a mammogram today. Do not delay. I did not have my first mammogram until I found a lump. I was under the misguided idea that I would instinctively 'know' if something was wrong in my body. I was a ass.
Secondly, (and this is where I get snotty), if you are one of those women out there who complain endlessly about the agony of mammograms, how horrible they are, etc. etc. etc., really, you need to shut up! (Don't bother sending those little 'comical' emails out either.) That kind of talk dissuades women from having a test that, while it is uncomfortable, it has a beginning, and it has an end, and, really, the two points are not that far apart. It's endurable. YOU'LL SURVIVE IT, for pity's sake! Which is more than some people can say about breast cancer. I'd also like to say that a mammogram is far less painful (and takes up a lot less time) than being sliced and diced, chemo'd, and radiated. (although Ida has explained, repeatedly, that these are not burns, they are reactions ~ which feel a lot like a really bad sunburn, look a lot like a really bad sunburn, peel like a really bad sunburn. I say tomato, she says tomahto.)
We all need to step up to the plate and take responsibility for our own health.
Thus endeth my sermon for Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
I have now stepped off my militant soapbox. We will return to the regularly scheduled chaos that you have become so used to.