Square Peg ● Round Hole







What most people don’t know about me is that I grow breast cysts like gardens grow weeds.  It is like a epidemic.  Paired with my dense ta ta tissue issues, I like to compare it to a very bumpy, dark forest.    As I had my six month checkup today, involving an ultrasound and 3-D Mammogram, I began to think of all of my warrior friends affected by this dreaded disease.    I don’t take my checkups lightly.

For the last year and a half, I have diligently followed up with this cyst issues adding some biopsies in the mix.    While doing the next right thing in regards to self care, I have to keep my sense of humor.  Like when they smash my boob, spread it out like it is clay, and then make you lean back while wrapping your arm around the machine.   Oh, and don’t forget you must hold your breath.   It is tedious.  It is daunting.   It is necessary.

We all know someone who is fighting.   The ladies I know wear their battle scars proudly while maintaining a wicked sense of humor sprinkled with a kick ass attitude.     So in honor of these ladies, I suit up, show up, and bare the girls with no complaints.    All the while hoping, that one day, the word “cancer” loses its place in our vocabulary.