Have you laced up your shoes and run in an event to raise money for breast cancer research? Perhaps you’ve bought some pink merchandise or gone to a Girl’s Night In?
I want to say a big thank you to you! Over the last month I’ve benefitted from your generosity.
With a family history of breast cancer I have very regular screening. I am so grateful for all the donations that have been made to breast cancer research. Little bit by little bit, break through after break through, advances are being made. I’m so fortunate to live in an era where early detection is the norm. Unlike my Nanny who was diagnosed in her very early 50s and died in 1977 aged 57, I live at a time where anything suspect can be thoroughly checked. Same for my Mum who’s breast cancer was detected very early thanks to the Breast Screen Tasmania buses that travel the length and breadth of this island state. These buses make it possible for all women over 40 to have regular screening without having to travel. Mum’s cancer was found early, treated, ending in happy survival.
I always joke about my verandah – or lack there of. In fact they charge me extra for screening due to the search fee involved! I breastfed all three children and in their heyday Australia Post was considering a postcode for my verandah due to their spectacular and stupendous size and shape (I could even rest a plate on them back in the day!). Alas, that is all history and saggy-sultanas is a more apt description.
Regardless of their size they still need regular screening. This time there were some inconclusive results so a biopsy was necessary. The results have come back today and they are all clear.
Thank you dear running community for all the pink events you organise and participate in. I am truly grateful for the mammogram machine, the professional people who read the results and all the other ways that they look after women like me.
Ladies, please check your breasts regularly. Please take advantage of all the break throughs in breast cancer detection. It can be unpleasant but it is so worth it.
Happy running 🙂
PS While this post sounds happy and upbeat the fear that embraced me when the GP said that there was something to be concerned about had the force of a category five cyclone. All up this process took a month. The endurance to persevere and push through that running has taught me has been the best thing ever. It’s been tough physically, mentally and emotionally. The first thing I did after that visit to the GP was to lace up my shoes and run. I’ve never cried and run at the same time, but I did that night. It cleared my head and gave me strength. Having a first hand view of this process has increased my empathy for others who go through this and beyond in a way I can’t describe.
And Husband? If he was worried he didn’t show it once. He is my rock. He actually likes the perky look of my very swollen left breast (despite its black and blue colour)!