Things that begin with the letter B…

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 their mammograms 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

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