- Saturday – Komen Race for the Cure – 5k (33:35)
Yesterday morning I Raced for the Cure. I think this is my 5th year but I would probably have to go back and count my race shirts to be sure. In just as many years as I’ve run it, I’ve had a dear neighbor run it with me.
There were a ton of people there as usual. They changed the course this year and there were a lot more hills than normal.
Jenn and I weren’t nearly as dedicated with our attire as some people…
About 2 months ago, I finally went in for that baseline mammogram that my doctor suggested I get (now that I’m getting old!). She’d recommended I do it back in December but I’d been putting it off – not because I was scared but because I’ve been busy. You know how that goes.
So I went in, extremely nervous because I just had a bad feeling. It wasn’t as bad as what I’d heard other women say, just uncomfortable and awkward but I made it through. Done, yeah…until a week later when the doctor’s office called to say they’d seen something they didn’t like. They refused to use the word “abnormal” which is apparently a pretty scary term in the medical world. They requested that I come back in for additional scans. Of course I wanted to go in the very next day but they didn’t have anything available for a week…quite possibly the longest week of my life.
We’d already planned to go on a final summer surprise vacation with the girls before school started so we went on as planned. At this point in our lives, I believe we all know of someone who has been touched by breast cancer. The disease is sometimes too close to home. I cook for a woman in our church who’s life has been turned upside down by cancer, all starting with breast cancer. She has two beautiful daughters, ages 9 and 10, and I pray every day that she gets to see them grow old and have babies of their own.
And so I began to look closer at my life and my own two beautiful daughters. The doctors hadn’t even said “abnormal” and I was already scared to death. Needless to say, it was a deeply emotional week but it was also an extremely precious week because I cherished every moment of it – just like the song “Live Like You Were Dying”. Tim McGraw kind of had a point!
So to end this story on a happy note, after 5 grueling scans (yes, because these hurt), they decided that my Girls are a little tougher to get a good picture of so we need to keep an eye on them. And because they are like they are, I have to go in each year to get a mammogram instead of waiting until I’m 40 (it’s not that much longer anyway).
Ladies, get your Ta-Ta’s checked!!! Don’t put it off. Do it for yourself, your family and your friends!