Good morning ladies and Gents. Happy Monday morning and start of June.
The reason for my post is to first let all of you know that I have met some of the most wonderful people since I restarted my sewing and blogging journey. I am so very excited each day to get on the internet and check out what my many sewist friends have created and or working on, sharing, and even their everyday life events. This year was suppose to be my breakout year, where I sew more, blog more, learn more, and of course, share more. I think I got off this year with a bang.
Recently I was sidelined, shocked and scared to death. You see I consider myself a pretty strong person. I have served our country in the military, I'm a biker chic (or was). I've several surgeries and have bragged about how I suffer through recovery without pain medicine. I have had other experiences that I thought made me a warrior so to speak. Until, after my recent routine mammogram and a lump was discovered in my right breast. I know there are many women out there that go for the yearly mammogram and have to go back for a followup ultrasound but for some strange and unknown reason, I thought that shouldn't happen to me. I don't have a history of breast cancer in my family. I didn't feel any lumps in my breast when I last performed my self (hardly ever), breast exam. My Dr. didn't discover anything when she performed my breast exam at my physical. So why would I have to have what is now called a "Fine Needle Aspiration", fancy name for a biopsy. I was scared out of my mine, though I tried to hide it from everyone.
The reason I think I was shocked and scared to death is because I did not take the need to have a mammogram serious for the reasons mentioned above. I have been given a script every year since I turned 41 by my doctor to have a routine mammogram, and every year I say I am going to and I never do. So I am kicking myself in the butt, for not being proactive with my health and wellness. The result of my biopsy yielded an benign cyst. God is so very good to me. I will never take my health and wellness for granted again, ever. Every six months, I will have to go for a checkup, and you can best believe I will be there putting my little tatta's in that machine and they can squeeze as much as they want too.
I just wanted to get this out, and I appreciate all that took the time to read it. Please don't be like me and put yourself through needless worry and stress. Have that mammogram and enjoy your life to the fullest.