Let it be said that I dig my boobs. Got your attention huh? In fact I sort of look at them as amazing. Even though I’m a freak of nature sized 38 DD(or for a more roomy fit DDD) and can’t find a freaking bra in any “normal” retail outlet. And lets face it the girls have moved from the penthouse floor but they still haven’t hit the basement. I’d prefer that they have a firmer outlook on life, but hey gang these mammary are no hood ornaments! They nourished four babies for at least a year each. And my hubby still digs em so that makes them amazing in my book.
So imagine me, laying half naked on a cold exam table being felt up by my female doctor.. yeah I know that would work much better if I were 23, svelte, laying on the beach and the other girl had tanning oil.. but get your mind out of the gutter people I’m getting to a serious point! I was shocked when she said that there was a bit of a “patch” she was concerned with and that I was now “of an age” where I should be getting a mammogram! HEY I breast fed woman!! I raised nearly 3 grand and walked a marathon and half for the Avon Breast Cancer foundation!!! I don’t have breast cancer on my mom’s side!!! Where did you get your license to practice medicine?? I don’t have ANY of the “key indicators” for being at risk for breast cancer!
So she didn’t call it a lump but boy has it become one in my brain. Then to add insult to injured psyche she tells me that because I have “dense breast tissue” (code for you’re a fat chick with enormous knockers) I’ll have to have a sonogram as well. Okay so at least that isn’t going to involve smooshing the girls, I can take that. What I can’t take is waiting three freaking weeks to get this done and then waiting another TWO to FOUR days for her to read the results.
I guess this entry is two fold… I get to “put it out there” in cathartic gesture.. and I get to remind all of you laddies out there that no boob is beyond the reach of cancer so go get em checked out.. PLEASE