In the dark, ending the weekend, I finally got the courage

to go looking for my lump.  

Procrastination on this was my name this weekend… I didn’t do it Saturday, because you know – I had to lay in the sun, have a play date.  Then DH & I did a date night to “Grown Ups” the movie.  Which was laugh out loud hilarious and exactly what I needed.  Exactly.  Sunday, my DH’s family came over to play in the pool & swim with my little man.  Everything was sooo busy, I honestly, did not have much time to think. 

Then, my son went to sleep easily & early on Sunday, after a day of so much action.  My husband was asleep by 8, after a long week at work, followed by date night & entertaining family day.

I knew I needed to do this.  Now was the perfect time.  I was surrounded by love.  My son was tucked safely away in bed.  My doggie was at my feet to keep them warm with her 60 lbs of love.  My husband by my side.  I went for it.

It took me a while, I didn’t know what I was looking for… Then, all of the sudden, I knew I had felt it.  It moved.  If I hadn’t known I was looking for it, I’d have missed it.  It’s not that it is small, because it really isn’t.  But because I am clueless on the fact it doesn’t belong there.

A couple of things that are weighing on my mind as I look back on it today…

They should give a class on this high school.  When I read Taking Charge of Your Fertility, while trying to conceive my son, I thought – this is what they should teach girls in high school about their cycle.  As opposed to the joke of a class they offer.  Now I know, they should also focus on teaching girls how to touch themselves to save their life.

And, I want to read the book, Why I Wore Lipstick: To My Mastectomy.