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It's Time For A Mammogram - Deep Breath

According to breastcancer.org,

*1 in 8 women will develop breast cancer in their life time.

*Our risk nearly DOUBLES if we have a first degree relative who has been diagnosed.

*Brest cancer is diagnosed every two minutes in the US.

*The year 2019 estimates 268,600 new cases of breast cancer diagnoses

*41,760 women in the US are expected to die from breast cancer.

* In women under 45 breast cancer is more common in African American women than any other race.

Keep Calm And Check Da Girls!


After reading all those facts, how do you feel? What did you think about?

I asked myself, “How important is my life to my children and I?”

Even with hearing and knowing, having family that’s been diagnosed, experienced loss…

I was hesitant, dumb huh? Big ‘Ol Scary Cat. I know.


At my annual gynecologist appointment, my doctor did her thing, then reviewed my chart. She then started asking a little more questions than normal. We went through our second part of the appointment, where the quick breast exam happens. It’s similar to the self exam I do. Then the words came out her mouth, “ It’s time for your mammogram.” My heart dropped, my mind was spinning, I know I was probably looking crazy. Listen, my doctor is great, she answered my questions, comforted and tackled my concerns but still there was this uneasy feeling I couldn’t shake.


I looked at that mammogram appointment paper for weeks. It went back and forth, from my purse, to the nightstand, on my office desk, the bathroom and back again. I remember the exact day, May 2, 12:10 PM. I sat in my office chair and rocked back and forth for a few minutes, starring at the paper. I looked at the number to call for a few more minutes. I put my arms on the desk and rested my head there. Closed my eyes and stayed there for a few more minutes. Then, I looked to the right and there was my prayer box. I opened it up, got a blank card and wrote TAKE MY FEAR AWAY! I looked at it, folded it, dropped it in my prayer box and locked it. I needed to released my fear as it related to my health. I didn’t want to give fear the power.  


Shortly after, I made the call and my appointment was set. Now, I know what I said but the days leading to that appointment, your Girl was still having a tad bit of anxiety and the day of…Sheesh!


I woke up early that morning, laid in the bed way longer than I should’ve, finally got up and started getting ready. I was dragging, your girl was dragging.

It was quiet in the house, I didn’t play any music, no news, no phone. I needed silence. When I pulled into the doctors parking deck, my nerves had calmed down. From beginning to the end, my appointment was pleasant. They communicated with me, answered all my questions, laughed with me, walked me through the whole procedure and showed patience with me during.


Now, I’m not going to act like my boobs weren’t just smashed like pancakes (five times on each side to be exact), or that the positions weren't awkward and yea I was a tad bit sore after. But it beats the unknown. Regardless of the results I’m equipped to handle it.

While learning more of my family genetics and experiencing changes in my body as I get up in age, it was necessary. I’ve been cheating myself. There is power in being proactive with your health.


Knowing all that we’re up against, why not? Start your mammogram screening now.

Join the Cause! I’m glad I did.

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