TruemorsWhen I had hair, I remember the constant fluffing, twisting, playing and running my fingers through it. I find myself still reaching for the shampoo and still automatically reaching for my hair. Now when I reach for my hair I feel my skin and as my family says, "my thick skull". I give myself a hug that I'm still here!
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at 17:03 on September 23rd, 2008
My grandmother had breast cancer, it didn't kill her she lived to be 83. She was diagnosed at 40 and they took a third of her lung and entire breast. I became very diligent about my monthly self-breast exams. I knew my breasts well because of the monthly and bi-montly self-checks. I found my lump on my own. I was stage II with a very aggressive protein type cancer that had moved outside the ductal gland and was just looking to jump on the lymph or blood stream pathways and to either my liver, lungs or brain. This testing could have possibly saved both of my breasts.
I grew to love and accept my bald head. It really stripped me down to a core self that I never knew!