Posts Tagged With: breast cancer

Tatas, Breasticles, Boobies…Now you want to read it, don’t you?

Dear Friends, Family and Strangers with Breasts,

One year ago today I decided to Ditch the Poof in my shower routine. After a friend and a family member were diagnosed with Breast Cancer in the same month my husband asked me, “You do breast exams, right?”

My answer was cloudy at best. “Well, yes, of course. Every time I shower I check. I mean…I intend to check…I guess I just kind of wash that general area…with the poof.” It turned out I wasn’t doing self-breast-checks at all. My shower poof was coming between me and my breast.

So, I ditched the poof that same day and got a really nice bar of soap. I have been happily lathering up my ladies and checking them thoroughly for a year now and I’ll never go back.

If you aren’t sure if you should ditch your poof, I offer you this: two months ago while soaping up I found a lump.

In my right breast, just under the areola I had a lump about two inches long by ¾ of an inch high. Those were the measurements from my doctor who didn’t like the feel of it and sent me for an ultrasound. It was tender to the touch and once I knew it was there I could feel it without even touching it.

For a week I went through my regular routine with a silent drum beat pounding in my head, “I have a lump, I have a lump, I have a lump…”

“Sweetie, can I help you open that juice box?” I have a lump.

“I have those paper you need to sign.” I have a lump.

“We can’t do dinner on Tuesday, how about Saturday?” I have a lump.

At night the drum beat became percussive and I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I’d feel the lump and will it to go away, to be smaller, to be my imagination. I’d fall asleep with my hand under my shirt, afraid it might grow when I wasn’t paying attention.

Thankfully, it didn’t grow. In fact, it did get smaller. Eventually, it broke up all together. My lump turned out to be a collection of cysts which went away on their own in about two weeks.

Hallelujah!

I was lucky. I was damn lucky. Too many women that I know have found out that they weren’t cysts. Which is why it is so important to check your breasts EVERY SHOWER. Because the lump was not there one day and it was there the next. And the earlier you can catch it, the sooner you can get it the hell out of you.

Join me and #DitchThePoof

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Put Your Best Breast Forward

Dear Kids,

You know how sometimes you can go years without thinking about something and then suddenly it’s everywhere you look? It can feel like a coincidence or a cosmic nudge.

Yesterday driving in to work the radio station was doing a report on mammograms. Later, at my desk a co-worker gave me a blow-by-blow of the mammogram she’d had before work. I turned back to my computer where my screen saver (set to random family photos) popped up with a lovely picture of my mother-in-law holding my daughter. My mother-in-law was just recently declared breast-cancer free.

All of this on the heals of an announcement from a friend that she just found out she has breast cancer. She is in her mid-thirties – my age. She has two kids – my kids’ ages. If it could happen to her…

When I shared our friend’s news with my husband he was quiet for a bit and then asked me, “you do self breast exams, don’t you?”

The answer, unfortunately and surprisingly, was no. I don’t.

I used to. I used to do a self breast exam every time I showered – just like you’re supposed to. Every shower when you lather yourself up. A quick swirl across each gal with a soapy hand – two birds with one stone.

Only…I don’t use soap anymore. I use shower gel and a poof. I don’t actually touch my breasts with my hand while I shower and so…no more regular breast exams. I wasn’t even thinking about it.

Well, I’m thinking about it now. In the name of breast cancer and breast cancer-awareness I am committing to chucking my shower poof! If I need exfoliation that badly I will get a bar of soap with sand in it or something. I am committing to bringing back my regular self breast exam, because catching the most common form of cancer early is more important than suds.

Will you join me? Ditch the Poof!

Ditch the Poof

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