I’m trying to put breast cancer behind me, but I keep seeing cars with the Florida “End Breast Cancer” license plates. I never knew there were so many people who supported breast cancer by purchasing these plates. I guess I’m going to have to get one too. It’s funny, I’m sure these plates were around long before I got cancer, but I never paid any attention to them. Now, everywhere I look, there they are staring back at me and reminding me of the ordeal that started six months ago.
January 20th marked the six month anniversary of the day I got the mammogram that changed my life. Strangely, even though I want to put all of that behind me, I sometimes feel the desire to step out of my car and thank the owner of a vehicle with a breast cancer license plate. I wonder if they were affected by breast cancer or know someone who has been affected. I’ve never had the courage to actually get out of my car and ask them, but the thought has crossed my mind.
I also feel compelled to share my breast cancer story and hear other’s stories. I don’t think I’ve connected with enough breast cancer survivors and hope to change that. I’m thinking about going to a Your Bosom Buddies Breast Cancer Support Group meeting at Baptist Hospital and hope to join other groups after my next surgery.
By the way, my boob shopping is a bust. (No pun intended.) I don’t know where they sell Playboy and I’m not sure that I have the courage to buy one anyway. Maybe I’ll do some internet shopping. Wish me luck.