A Visit To Lemon Land

I am very bad at keeping my blogroll up to date.  Once upon a time, it really did match my Bloglines.  But now, well, it doesn't.  If you're not on there, but you know that I read you from the comments I leave, my apologies.  Someday, I will catch up, or at least I'd like to think so.

One of the blogs that I read is Toddler Planet.  WhyMommy writes about her children, as well as her struggle with inflammatory breast cancer.  I must admit, I just started reading not too long ago, so I haven't been following her story for very long.  She's currently in remission, which is wonderful, wonderful news.

In her latest post, she linked to the World Wide Breast Cancer site.  They have a page on the site that discusses the twelve warning signs of breast cancer in a simple way -- with a picture of twelve lemons in an egg carton, each illustrating one of the symptoms. 

I'm such a bonehead about this stuff.  I don't do regular exams.  In part, it's because I'm lazy.  But, my breasts are lumpy anyway, so it's hard for me to tell if there's a problem.  One doctor, once upon a time, said that the sides of my breasts felt like a sacks of rice.  Charming, eh?  My current doctor, who I've been with for longer than I care to admit, has a hard time as well.  He encourages me to have annual mammograms, and I generally do.  I did skip a couple of years right after I had DD, because I didn't think that anyone would do a mammogram on a nursing mom.  Turns out, I was wrong, though I did have to call quite a number of places to find someone who was willing to do it.  Part of the problem, I guess, is that the milk makes the tissue look denser.  And, let's face it, I guess it could be messy, though it wasn't for me.

Anyway, if you have a moment, take a look at the picture -- it might just save your life.

Sermon over.  Back to our regularly scheduled programming.  Hope you are having a wonderful weekend.