As you may have noticed, there's been a slight intermission between blogs. I apologize for falling off the blogg'n wagon, but it simply couldn't be helped. I had a health scare that sidelined me from being able to focus on anything more than my life. And, I mean my actual "life".
This entry is a departure from my normal thoughts on motherhood, but I decided to share my recent experience in hopes that someone out there who's feeling badly about themselves, their thighs or their less than stellar career, can self-correct, like my ordeal forced me to do in an instant.
A few weeks ago, my annual mammogram revealed an abnormality. I returned to the Polster Breast Care Center in La Jolla for another look. The second mammogram confirmed it. A breast ultra sound followed, which revealed two cysts. I was then scheduled to have them "drained" and biopsied. That appointment uncovered yet another spot. Needless to say, these appointments, the nerve racking waits for results and the uncertainty, changed my life in a hurry. And, I am so glad to report my prognosis is good. Not only were they all benign, but they may have been exactly what the doctor ordered for my psyche.
As I sat, sitting in a virtual paper towel, during one of my last appointments, I promised God that if I was okay, I would stop all the nonsense of putting myself down. I have spent a lifetime feeling too fat, too dumb or too ugly or something to that effect. You know, what every woman feels when she looks in the mirror (especially during bathing suit season.) And, right then and there, I decided to cut the crap and be grateful for the healthy body I've been given.
And you know what? For the first time in 40 years, I haven't put myself down ONCE.... in three weeks. I've never been prouder, happier or lighter.
My hope for you...try it and you just might like it, and believe it or not...yourself too.
