Should have wore my lucky pink underwear!,

 Yesterday was October 10th. Its breast cancer awareness month and I saw my breast specialist.

I saw her in July she did the exam. I was scheduled for a mammogram, but she wanted me to return in October to get back to having six month screenings.

That was ok mammograms are not fun so I rescheduled.

It’s a forty-five minute drive to her office. But she knows her stuff. I met her at a hereditary colon cancer awareness day two years ago.

Seeing her I can see the doctor, have the mammogram, ultrasound if needed and leave with an answer.

The techs that work there are really good.

So the doctor comes in. She is talking about this years colon cancer awareness day. I did not attend.

One hundred families attended but no one had Cowden’s.

Right in the middle of the breast exam she finds a lump. It’s on the left breast, the breast that had cancer.

The more she feels the lump, the more it hurts. She said it’s probably nothing but circles the lump and says they will do a picture of the lump.

I will have an ultrasound today of the lump just to make sure.  After getting a circle of the lump off I go to another waiting room for the mammogram.

After looking at two magazines it’s finally my turn. The mammogram is typical, but the extra picture hurts.

Then I go next door for the ultrasound. The ultrasound turned out fine. I heard my doctor checking on me as I was walking out, one of the last to leave.

She smiled and shook my hand.

One of the office workers has a service dog. I thought she trained service dogs. Yesterday I found out the dog is her service dog.

She was in the Army. I left the office knowing traffic would be terrible, but with good news.

I have worn pink underwear for all of my doctor’s appointment for a while. Theos appointments went well. No cancer scares.

Yesterday I didn’t wear the pink underwear. I had another cancer scare.

Monday I see the thyroid doctor. Yes I am wearing my pink underwear.

Ring the Bell

Shirt and bell from Race with Grace

Shirt and bell from Race with Grace

I came from a swimming family. So much so that one year my mom was the swim coach.

One thing she talked about but never got to do was fire the gun to start the race.

 Early Sunday morning  Sunday September 21 we rang the bell to start the race. .

 It was the tenth Race with Grace. The Race with Grace was started to honor a local woman who passed away of breast cancer.

She had three children.

The Race with Grace foundation helps families with basic living expenses while going through cancer treatment.

The foundation made a house payment in 2009 when I was going through colon  cancer treatment.

There help was really appreciated.

Dave and I met a lady whose husband had just passed of kidney cancer. The first woman mayor had just passed after her four-year fight with lung cancer.

Before the start of the race a bagpipes played Amazing Grace for everyone who had lost there fight with cancer.

My dad lost his fight with colon cancer in the 70’s. His friends started a race in his honor.

The whole thing got me a little misty.

It was an honor to be part of the tenth Race with Grace.