Let’s talk boobs, shall we?
Specifically my right boob. You know, the one that grew two MRSA-filled abscesses right after I gave birth to Brigham.
I was reminded of this only because yesterday I had to make a visit to my lady parts doctor. I think that’s their official title, no? And each time I get my annual exam they also do a breast check. Not the fun kind. The important kind.
Whilst doing the check she (and I) was reminded of that awful problem I had last year because the scars are very obvious. Back in June 2010 I asked how this could have happened as it seemed I had the worst luck EVER with trying to breastfeed my sons. I was told by the surgeon that I have very cystic breast tissue. The abscesses most likely started as cysts that were already formed in my breast. When I began to breastfeed Brigham, I had the usual sore/cracked nipples and they said the staph infection got in through the open spots. The infection found the cysts, made a home and became a major pain in the
I am not lying when I tell you that recovering from having those abscesses drained was worse than recovering from giving birth to a 7 lb, 3 oz baby. Way worse.
But I digress. My doctor finished the breast exam and recommended I look into getting an early mammogram. I told her my insurance wouldn’t cover it unless I was 35-years-old AND have a family history of breast cancer. I thought I still had 2.5 years to wait. But then she told me that if she recommends one, insurance won’t make me pay.
So I said – well are you recommending I get one?
Her answer? What do you think?
My answer? But I’m skeeeeered.
I think every woman cringes when they hear the word mammogram. And I’m not trying to make light of a very serious topic. My maternal grandmother died from breast cancer at a very young age. And my mom has had a couple cancer scares since then. I know it’s nothing to mess around about. I know I have higher risk factors. But I’m only 32. It can’t happen to me, right?
WRONG. I know I’m wrong. I’m also not stupid. Early detection is leading the way to higher breast cancer survival rates!
I will need to call to get myself an appointment to have my breasts smushed between pieces of cold hard plastic. But if it can potentially save my life then bring on the smushing!!!
p.s. don’t worry, mom. It’s just to be on the safe side =)
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