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We’ve reached the end of National Breast Cancer Month.
And as I pack away the pink, and return to airing out my personal drama, I have a few hopes that I would like to share.
I hope that you were touched by the stories that were shared, and challenged by the groups that are doing what they can to bring awareness.
I also hope that you came away from this month with a little more knowledge. A little more info about what you might want to do, or change, to protect yourself.
But, my primary hope is that as October fades, breast cancer awareness does not. This is not a disease that saves itself for a once-a-year event. Women (and men!) face this on a regular basis.
Please, remember to check yourself, keep up your regular exams, and encourage those around you to do the same.
Stay safe, and have a happy Halloween!
Today’s (and yesterday’s) guest post come from WhyMomDrinksRum who blogs over at http://www.whymomdrinksrum.net. Just don’t call her a mommy blogger, she gets all stabby. She shares with us about being speculum-ed, and why she forced herself to go through it.
Oh yeah…I lived
It was as horrific as I imagined it to be. I was ‘speculum-ed’…ugh. And wouldn’t you know it? I totally had to fart the second he put that thing in there. I didn’t….but only because I have the muscle control of Chuck Norris in my sphincter. Total ass-ninja.
Aaaand, he also shoved his entire arm and half his body up there…then jumped around on my stomach with his feet ‘feeling my uterus and ovaries’. Dude, they are still there. In fact, if you wait a week the hormone surge that causes me to rip off hubby’s face and fry it up with some garlic and onions will prove it to you. No really. Take my word for it.
Also, the blood pressure thing…it’s still high. So, I earned myself an echo cardiogram and blood screening. Oh.What.Fun.
I got a call from hubby yesterday afternoon at work saying that his Mom (the one who lives in our basement forever) was having bad stomach pain and he was going home to take her to the hospital. Meaning I had to go pick up the kids from school….a task which time and time again proves to me how much I DON’T miss staying at home and playing chauffeur to children who think they are entitled to an after school treat from the store. Hello???? I’m not grandma. So…good luck with that.
The thing is, before she was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma her symptoms were exactly the same. They ended up removing half her small bowel in the end….and they can’t take anymore. Of course, the resulting ‘freak-out’ was understandable. She still managed to go to her hairdressers before calling for the hospital ride.
Her hairdresser who just got back from Mexico. Great idea. Compromised immune system? Check.
Hubby texted me from the waiting room…or HELL as he referred to it.
Hubby: SHE IS TALKING LOUDLY. ABOUT HOW THE PEOPLE IN THE WAITING ROOM AREN’T REALLY SICK. OMG.
Me: GO UP TO THE DESK & TELL THEM SHE IS FROM MEXICO.
Hubby: HAHAHA.
Me: NO SERIOUSLY.
Hubby: OMG. SHE JUST LOOKED AT THE GUY ACROSS FROM US AND SAID ‘HE CAN’T HANDLE PAIN CAN HE? ITS HIS ETHNICITY’ OMG.
Me: YOU POOR POOR MAN.
He came home shortly after that to eat. I think there was some guilt that he left her there…some. Not alot. She got in really quickly after that and by that time it had almost completely resolved itself. Probably a bowel obstruction. She’ll have to follow up with her oncologist.
Lessons learned? Inbreeding will eventually bite you in the ass. Maybe not in your generation….but eventually.