The other day I had to go to my GP for a regular check up. And to get her to freeze a stubborn plantar wart. Again.
While I was there she asked if I checked my breasts regularly.
I laughed.
I mean, I know I shouldn't have laughed. I am fully aware of that. But I am complacent.
I explained to her that because I am lacking in the breast department, I tend not to routinely check my breasts - because if there isn't anything there, then how can anything else be there? I concluded my weak argument with the fact that, despite my complacency, I realised I really should be checking my breasts regularly.
She conducted the exam, and then said "Yes, I see - I'm feeling more rib cage than breast tissue." What a cruel way to reiterate that my boobies are lacking! But I did laugh.
Anyway, the crux of today's story is this. Check your breasts. Monthly. Make it a ritual. Too many women discover too late that they have breast cancer. Cancer sucks.
And if in doubt - go to your GP. If there's something not quite right - get it checked out.
