Behold, the Duke-blue muumuu. In #DessertFirst
I talk about boobs and the word that brings people to their knees quicker than a hostage standoff: cancer. 💓The “C” word is a ubiquitous, silent, and horrifying killer, because it’s sneaky, like that big hairy spider you swore was there just a minute ago when you left to get that paper towel to (gently) squeeze him to his timely death. Where is it now? you think. Oh, dear Lord Jesus.
💓 Every six months for nearly three years, I wear this Duke blue get-up. It’s a little early for a woman my age, but appropriate given new symptoms starting about three years ago in what I affectionately call my “troublesome boob..”
💓 I’m grateful for modern medical diagnostic equipment, with its fancy robotic X-ray arms and 3-D capabilities.
💓 I’ve heard the “C” word, the “B” word, and everything in between. And yet, “nothing definitive.” I don’t have cancer, but for 36 months I’ve had the “troublesome boob.” It reminds me that we all live with some form of the “D Word,” the “C” word, even if at certain points we’re “free to go, hon,” we never really know what could happen next. So, eat some cake. #dessert #death #carpediem
💪🏼🙌🏼 Have you had your annual exam ladies?! #savethetatas #cancer #mammogram