Let’s Rally For A Breast Cancer Awareness License Plate For Tennessee

Some of you know that my mother-in-law was diagnosed with breast cancer last year and underwent radiation. (Her last mammogram was normal. Hurrah!) I also had a breast cancer scare last year and a lumpectomy but thankfully I was cancer free. The tissue removed from my right breast was just fibrocystic tissue. I’ve got a scar to serve as a reminder that I am healthy and for that I am eternally grateful.

One of my husband’s clients, Kendall, was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. She had no symptoms; just pain, which is very unusual for breast cancer. It’s truly a miracle that she kept feeling something was not quite right and kept pursuing it. She is a mother to three young children and underwent a double mastectomy. She’s going to be taking a new test drug, in addition to chemo, which she just started. Kendall is a fighter. Her positive, fighting attitude is amazing and inspirational.

On her CaringBridge Journal, Kendall just wrote about a young mother from Middle Tennessee who lost her life to breast cancer last fall. In her honor, her husband has launched a campaign to have a specialty breast cancer license plate issued for the state of Tennessee. 1,000 signatures are needed (with a committment of $35); the deadline is June 30. Tennessee apparently is the only state without a breast cancer awareness specialty plate.

The Greater Nashville Susan G. Komen for the Cure organization is also supporting the specialty license campaign. Proceeds from the new specialty plate will benefit the six Susan G. Komen chapters in Tennessee; the funds will be used to support treatment and educational programs.

Here’s a news interview with Kendall by local NBC affiliate WSMV.

Get some retail therapy and support a great cause! Kendall is having a sidewalk sale at her very cute shop, You’re Invited.

Feeling Great Empathy for Hormonal 12-Year-Old Boys Everywhere

So I am currently obsessed with boobs.

This runs the gamut from what they are supposed to look like to what they are supposed to feel like. I don’t think I will ever know for sure what a “normal” breast feels like, as I am apparently a woman who has the nutty variety.

Yesterday at work I was overcome with the feeling of, “Oh my God this itches, itches, itches!” and tried desperately not to scratch my incision. Up until this morning I had a plastic wrap looking type adhesive over the area to protect the bandage and steri strips. I am not in any pain or real discomfort. But the random itching. Ugh! It’s hit me at the most inconvenient moments, like when standing in line at the grocery or walking into the break room at work.

The girls keep asking to see my boo boo and I am glad to oblige, lifting up my shirt so they can see my bandage and I can assure them that mama is just fine.

“They cut you mommy? They cut it out? I see your boo boo?” Miss A asks, before she moves on to more pressing matters like watching Diego on Nick Jr. asking for chocolate milk, “NOT WHITE MILK MOMMY!” for the bazillionth time.

This all gives new meaning to the expression, “Show us your t*ts!”

p.s. All kidding aside, thank you for the prayers and concern. It is amazing to me how people I don’t really know in real life have offered up prayers for me. I am a big baby, I’ll wholeheartedly admit it, and I will be relieved to hear definitively from the surgeon that I only have fibrocystic disease. I know you’ll be glad to stop reading about my boobs, too, now won’t you?

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