I’m sure most people reading this are pretty aware that October is Breast Cancer Awareness month, this year in particular it feels like everyone is jumping on the pink bandwagon and while some of it hasn’t been so positive, raising awareness is never a bad thing.
Up until a couple weeks ago, breast cancer seemed like one of those terrible things that happens to other people, but not to anyone I knew and loved. Every time I’d hear about someone who knew someone who had it, I’d think how lucky my family was that we were all healthy and that nothing like that would happen to us. Right? Wrong. Two weeks ago, I received a phone call from my mother, telling me she had some bad news. She has breast cancer. At that moment, breast cancer became a very real, terrible thing – and it wasn’t just happening to a friend of a friends cousin, it was and is happening to my mum. We don’t know for sure how serious it is yet, but my mum is a nurse and pretty fastidious about checking these things, so we’re just hoping that it’s been caught early. In stage 1 there is pretty much a 100% survival rate, stage 2 – 93%. Those are good odds. If you catch it early.
I don’t really want to make this a huge post about cancer, there’s plenty of information online. I’ve pretty much convinced myself that my mum is going to be fine, since there’s nothing else I can think until we find out more next week.
I just wanted to say, ladies, check yo’ self and do it often.