This week, I’m turning over my Sinful Sunday post to one of my Twitter followers, who contacted me recently with this request:
I quietly follow Sinful Sunday, and it feels like a safe and mutually supportive environment, full of good people, but I don’t think I’m ready to start a blog of my own.
You don’t get if you don’t ask, so…if I take a picture to go along with this, is it something you would consider hosting?
When I read the rest of the text she sent me, I was struck by her simple and powerful words, and the bravery behind them. As she said in a follow-up message:
I love my tits. I’m going to miss them. I need to do something daring (for me) that will remain out there.
I think that’s a sentiment we can all applaud.
We’ve all heard the expression, “Every journey begins with a single step”. When times are good, you get to choose the steps along the path to your destination. This is not one of those times. Right now, doctors are dictating my steps.
Step 1 – mammogram
Step 2- ultrasound
Step 3 – biopsy
Step 4 – MRI
Step 5 – more ultrasounds
Step 6 – more biopsies
Step 7 – consult a plastic surgeon
And on it goes……
But not today. Today I choose to step in a different direction. Today I choose to celebrate my breasts and appreciate every joy they have given me. Today is for me. Tomorrow I belong to doctors again.