At the end of June my gynaecologist told me that I should have a mammogram. I couldn’t and can’t remember the last time I had one (=another one of those “fun fun fun…NOT!” tests…). It could have been when I was in grad school, or, more likely, when Stefano and I were considering enlarging our family, which didn’t happen the way we had hoped (for reasons that should be rather obvious)…but, in the end, did happen. We now share our lives with 4 small furry loving funny bundles of joy. This morning the happy bundles were all snuggled together on my side of our unmade (sorry about that!) bed, as you can see.
At any rate, I tried to make an appointment for a mammogram in July but was told to call back in the fall. I have been busy, though, and, well, just haven’t gotten around to it.
Then this morning I happened to read an October 20th New York Times article…an interview with Dr. Otis Brawley, chief medical officer of the American Cancer Society, which I think everyone should read. No need for an introduction: http://tinyurl.com/yaaqka7.
Oh boy…well…uhm…well, uhm, as we say in Italian, non ho parole. I am at a loss for words.