Last year, I canceled a Valentine’s lunch with my husband.
I had a Valentine’s biopsy, instead. I left that appointment with an ice pack in my bra. And so began a year-long assault on my chest. And on our family’s charmed world.
I have no inspiring, tear-inducing words. We’ve dealt with it – and continue to do so, although it doesn’t consume us anymore.
Please know that I never mean to make light of cancer. It’s awful. I’m also well aware of how incredibly lucky I am. Every day I think of those I know and love who are still fighting for a good outcome.
But to anyone who’s afraid of having a mammogram, or making an appointment to get that weird thing checked out, just do it. Sooner is always better than later when it comes to detecting cancer.
If, God forbid, you get that phone call confirming a malignancy (most biopsies, by the way, are benign), put one foot in front of the other, ask for help and do what you need to do. You will find strength that you never knew you had and you will deal with it, too.
This is the first and last time I’ll acknowledge Valentine’s Day as my “cancerversary.”
Instead, it is – and forever will be – about my 3 Most Awesome Valentines.