Life.

    Sometimes life sneaks up on you without you even noticing.

And it brings with it whatever it pleases.

The good, the bad and the scary.

It has its own plans, and it won't bother consulting your schedule.

It doesn't give a damn what you think about it.

     I was living life according to my own schedule. I had everything planned out,

and I was checking things off my to-do list.

 I was at my annual GYN appointment when all of a sudden everything stopped.

The doctor's hand stopped. My world stopped.

 Life stepped in and took over without ever giving me a chance for rebuttal.

     I never thought my boobs were that great,
but suddenly this doctor couldn't get his hands off of them.

 I couldn't remember the last time I had gotten so much action in such little time,

 but everything was happening so quickly.

Before I knew it I was making appointments with experts at the Medical University for the following week.

     I was in shock.

 I walked out of the doctor's office.

I took a seat behind the wheel of my car, and the first of many tears began to fall.

    

    The doctor had found a lump, but they were convinced it was just sign of a period on the horizon, and I was told to come back in two weeks. Everyone was certain I was far too young for this to be anything serious. Who has ever heard of a 21-year-old with breast cancer anyways? I went back and the enemy was still there -- hanging out right above the left side of my rib cage. They passed me along to the next set of doctors and the next set of hands.

    In a closet-sized dressing room, I am wearing a pink ribbon-robe,

and I am waiting for another round of cold-wrinkly hands to give my boobs a feel.

 A nice lady finally rescues me from my thoughts, and she escorts me to my ultrasound.

An hour passes by, and a weight is lifted from my shoulders and my chest.

     After four doctor appointments and hours of poking,

 it was determined that I am a victim of “lumpy boobs.”

 The ultrasounds showed no need for concern.

I'll take lumpy boobs over cancer any day.

Tears fell again, but this they were tears of joy and tears of victory.

My boobs told life who was boss, and now we are on a mission to not let her get in our way again.

xo,

Shans