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Being a Grown-Up

March 17, 2013

I don’t always love being a grown-up. Don’t get me wrong, I love my life. Occasionally I miss the carefree days that existed sometime ago.
This year I am finally back on track of taking care of my body. My maternal family has a nasty history of both breast and ovarian cancers. Because of this history many of us have been tested for the breast cancer gene and many (including myself) have it. What does this mean? It means that at 32 years old I see a breast specialist and talk about things like prophylactic surgery to remove both of my breasts before I turn 40. It means that since my yearly well-woman visit I have had a transvaginal ultrasound, a blood draw and a breast exam. This coming week I’ll meet with a genetic counselor and at some point I’ll have either a mammogram, breast MRI or an ultrasound of my breasts.
Taking care of my body and my health is worth it, no question. Sometimes I just don’t want to be a grown-up.

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  1. Shirley permalink
    March 17, 2013 2:00 pm

    Proud of You today! As you travel along on this journey, always remember your good genes that you have and be as strong as your own mama. Take charge gal!

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