I just left a message at the imaging place to schedule my next breast MRI.
This is what you do when you have Cowden’s Syndrome and are high-risk for breast cancer. You put on your big-girl panties and suck it up.
I can do this.
I am strong.
I’m ignoring (for now) the odd-looking thing on my right breast.
Which is the same breast that caused all the DRAMA during the summer.
I must do this. I have no other choice.
[NOTE: My blog post title means nothing. It’s actually true; I just wanted a funny intro to this post. And, this picture has nothing to do with this post either. It’s just my literal happy place. During the MRI I will be “going here” in my head.]