People say, “Live life with no regrets.”
I don’t agree. As a Christian, I know I am absolved of all sin, yet I still sin. I regret that.
Originally posted on The Rack:
It all started with what I thought might be an infection in my right tit. Back in the late spring or early summer, I noticed a very slight drop of rust-colored discharge (I know, gag) on the tip of my nip one morning. I was totally unconcerned and figured maybe I was recovering from a mild infection in a milk duct after having weaned my youngest son, Eli a few months prior. At some point later in the summer, I noticed it again. This time I decided to do what any good ol’ American would do, and I consulted the internet. Holy shit. Words like “malignancy” and “tumor” and “symptom of breast cancer” were flying at me off of every medical site. Despite learning that what I was experiencing was far from normal and that I should get busy doing a breast self-exam, I still wasn’t alarmed.
I’ve gotta be honest. I never took the self-exam all that seriously prior to this. Foolishly, I thought my age, health, and lack of family history made me exempt. Breast cancer was, frankly, just absolutely no where on my radar. Then one Friday evening in August I casually began feeling around my right boob for lumps. Almost immediately I felt it. A lumpy area. It was hard to know how concerned to be. I mean, breasts are kinda lumpy! I blurted out to my husband that I’d found something. I’ll never forget the look on his face. It was as though I was speaking of something completely insane and impossible.