No Regrets?

22 10 2012

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.

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…

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