My boobs have always been my favorite thing about myself (sometimes tied with my hair). They’re a decent size, nearly symmetrical, and close enough to perky to satisfy me. Even when my skin sucked and my weight wasn’t what I wanted, I had my boobs. And then they let me down. At 31, I discovered […]
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I felt the lump; my doctors did not. Neither my gynecologist nor my radiologist. I had a sonogram; it showed nothing. Meanwhile, I was walking around with a lump the size of an orange and could barely breathe. I knew they were wrong. My husband sang the familiar tune of, you always have to be […]
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Let me begin this by saying that I don’t like the idea of radiating my breasts to find cancer; seems more like a way for cancer to find me. But I was talked into it by my male doctor who would likely never know the joy of having his breasts smashed on a cold metal […]
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Not to brag, but I have dense fibrous breasts. They have held up over time. However, dense breasts also increase the likelihood of developing cancer. Last year, I found a lump and was ordered to have a mammogram and an ultrasound. It turned out to be a cyst, but they saw other “things” and were like, this is so […]
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I stand at a podium on a stage in a room decorated with over 600 clowns of all shapes, sizes, colors, and styles about to give a eulogy to two of my best friends. Yes, two. I cannot believe this is happening to my friends of over ten years. Gone. But they were so fun-loving […]
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