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My First Mammogram

Posted on January 17 2017

When I turned 40 I decided I would be a big girl and do the right thing by getting my mammogram. There was no history of breast cancer, or really any cancer in my very large family, so there wasn't an urgency to "get the girls squeezed". Turns out that this one little exam saved my life, not once, but twice. My 40th mammo showed a lump that ended being malignant. After a lumpectomy, chemotherapy and radiation, I was cancer free just around my 41st birthday. At my annual mammogram at the age of 47, the little beast showed up again. This time on the other side. A bilateral mastectomy on my 20th wedding anniversary took care of the beast for good this time. 10 days later I flew to Chicago and walked about 6 miles of the 39 I was hoping to walk in the Avon 39. Cancer wasn't going to stop me. Unfortunately the journey didn't end there. An implant that exposed and the other implant "popping" have kept me busy with surgeries and doctor visits, but hey...at least I am alive to attend those visits. Remember girls, "get em squeezed", it will be the bravest decision you ever make!

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