Seriously?! How often do I think about my boobs as a woman? Never? Only when I’m in the dressing room at Victoria Secret and having to ask the sales woman to grab me a 34B since I ate too many donuts last year and am no longer a 32B? When my doctor is uncomfortably pulling on my nipple at my annual check up? Let’s just say that the man standing next to me in the grocery store has thought more about my boobs in the last 45 seconds then I have over the last year.
When my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer about 15 years ago, my 20-something year old self was too idealistic to worry about things that MAY happen. After all, her cancer was caught at stage zero and with a few treatments, POOF, the woman was, and has been, cancer free (WOO HOO)! When 30 hit, I found myself surrounded with the new healthcare laws (and a lot of aches and pains) and my own health management quickly made the list of priorities. So, a few weeks ago, I thought it would be a good idea to begin to research my eligibility for genetic testing, revealing the long-term fate of my tatas. Since then, the man at the grocery no longer holds first place, as I find myself in daily thought about my lady lumps.
During my genetic counseling appointment today, I anticipate leaving with more answers than I have now. Most importantly, I’ll make sure to retrieve the answer to this question and report back: On my initial questionnaire, why did you ask me if I have a larger than average head size or trouble finding hats that fit?
Free People shirt – Goodwill Denver – $3
Smart Wool scarf – Goodwill Denver – $3
American Eagle jeans – Mountain Thrift – $3
Shoes (brand unknown) – Mountain Thrift – $5