I’m not going to lecture. I’m not going to spout facts and figures at you. I’m not trying to scare you.
I am however going to tell you all to #Checkyourbigweeboobies
And I hope that you will all pass it on.
Breast cancer is one of those things that has touched us all.
Breast Cancer is also one of those things that we tend to ignore, hoping we won’t have to worry about it. When it presents itself however, we are reminded just how quickly our lives can change.
In the past week, I’ve been reminded of it.
And both made me sick to my stomach at just how close it is and just how quickly it can decide to walk into our lives.
One was a family member whose mammogram resulted in a speedy trip to Galway and thankfully nothing sinister to worry about.
We are grateful and relieved, but for a few long days, even the thought that there MIGHT have been a different outcome was enough to render a few of us useless. The relief we felt can’t be put into words. It doesn’t have to be. Most of us have been there at some point.
The other was a friend of mine, younger than myself, a young, busy Mammy, who has had an absolute whirlwind in the past few weeks too. Found a lump. Hoped it was nothing. Went to Doc. Found it was something. Biopsy, fear, tests, panic…nightmare. But thankfully, she too got the all clear.
And yet, sitting in those waiting rooms, in those clinics, were people who did not get the all clear. Who were not told things were OK. Whose “for now” became “Now.”
And Ladies, both have shaken me to the core.
One, because my world would have fallen apart with any other diagnosis. The other, because I was starkly reminded that it’s not something we worry about when we’re older.
It’s something we must worry about now. TODAY. Together.
Here’s some fab information from Breast Cancer Ireland.
There’s loads more information on their website.
So do yourself a favour. Check your WeeBig Boobies and get the Ladies you love to do the same.
And if there is ANYTHING causing you even an ounce of worry, get it checked out asap. Better to be told you’re grand, than to wish you had rang.