Parts Are Parts

Parts are parts. We've all got 'em. I say this for 2 reasons:

• I stopped being shy about this when the ninth or tenth person manhandled me. I expect there will be many more. I'm not embarassed about this, so don't be embarassed to ask me a question if you have one.
• Guys, you can get breast cancer, too. While less than 1% of all breast cancers are in men, less than 0.3% of breast cancers happen to women under 30. I'm proof that it can happen. You should be doing self exams, too. Anyone that needs more information on how to do a self-exam, you can find it here.

Thank you all for your awesome emails and words of support. I always knew I had great friends, but you guys have blown me away. Don't cry for me. I'm not. For all of you Lost fans, I'm following Jack's lead. I heard the news, freaked out for a few minutes, then told myself I was going to count to 5 and not be scared anymore. Now it's time to kick this thing. You'll only be allowed to cry when they are tears of joy when I tell you that I'm cancer free.

I have set up an appointment with a second surgeon for next Wednesday. This doctor comes highly recommended through several friends and she only does breasts. Everyone has told me to get a second opinion even if I love the first doctor. I decided I should set up the appointment before I met with first doctor because I know I would feel guilty about it later, like I was cheating on him or something. So this afternoon we'll see what's behind Door #1 and have a week to think about it before checking out Door #2.

I'll let you know how things go this afternoon.