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It's Been Awhile . . .

The month of January flew past so quickly that it seemed to only last for day or two at most.  I can't seem to hang onto weeks much less hours in the day.

In my last post I shared with you that during a routine mammogram a small mass was detected in one of my ducts that required surgery. Everything went great, I had great care . . . and my life was saved due to routine testing.  How often do we skip routine tests thinking that we can skip it just this one time? What would it hurt?

Even if there is no history of breast cancer in your family, take those routine mammograms and monthly exams seriously.  I had no history of breast cancer in my family, but there I was having surgery to remove a small mass . . . a mass that was still contained to the duct . . . a mass that, had I blown it off, could have eventually taken my life.

So I was finally able to leave Florida and am now back in Texas . . . finally!  Do yourself and someone you love a BIG favor . . . make it a point TODAY to get that mammogram scheduled and out of the way. Don't delay. That painless, routine test could make the all the difference in your survival and quality of life in the years to come.
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