You know, Mom's sister died of breast cancer. (Remind me to tell you sometime about Aunt Jo. Coolest biker chick I've ever been related to, and she faced her battle with honesty and humor.) And Dad's sister had to have a radical double mastectomy at an age younger than I am now. And Mom has had a couple of lumps removed, and has been warned about pre-cancerous tissue. So this is an issue I'm very sensitive about. Me and the girls are very attached, and I'd like it to stay that way. I squish because I care.
Are you current on your annual exams? Colorectal exam, mammogram, all that really fun stuff? Because, in the words of the very prim elderly organist lady at church, "Cancer sucks."
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