(You know, if you want to.)
I wrote a blog post in my head right before I went to sleep. It was awesome, and funny, and I couldn't wait to get up and write it.
And now I can't remember it.
But because I feel like writing something, here is my recent facebook post:
(Oh, come one. You know you smiled.)
I am not exactly sure what this has to do with Breast Cancer. Self exams aren't the first thing that comes to mind when I read these status updates.
But hey, it's amusing and kind of naughty, and that is never a bad combination in my mind.
Speaking of self exams, have you ever discovered a lump in your boobs? Because I have.
A few months ago, I was feeling myself up in a medically approved way, when I noticed something new and unusual.
And it scared the crap out of me.
I knew it would probably be fine. I knew it was probably nothing, or at least nothing cancerous. But I also knew that while unusual, breast cancer is not unheard of in 25 year olds.
Plus, my mom died of cancer, and so I just kind of assume I will, too.
I made an appointment, and went in for my very first breast exam. The doctor was female, but I didn't really care at that point. A homeless man on the street would have been welcome to my boobs if it meant I could get my answer.
(Don't worry. They never even offered)
A few hours later, the nice doctor set my mind at ease. I did not have breast cancer. But she was very glad that I had been checking, because that could have just saved my life.
"Relieved" does not even begin to describe it.
I don't think I will die of breast cancer. But who ever does? And so from now on, I plan on being very friendly with my boobs.
And I cannot recommend that enough.