Cancer sucks. Go get checked.

 My mom and I are at the clinic getting check ups. 

Most of what I do in terms of health revolves around joy. I love walking, I love fencing. Meditation is a must. If I don't drink enough water, I get headaches. Salads are delicious and sometimes I have competitions with myself to see how many days in a row I can create a different innovative culinary surprise with just vegetables. 

And I have a pretty good attitude in general, which I think contributes the most.

It so happens that all of those are healthy, cancer-busting activities.

And I still got cancer. Twice.

So another part of the regimen is regular check ups.

Go get your girls checked, ladies. Because I had a regular practice of self examination, when I did feel the pea sized lump, I was able to accurately tell my team that no, it wasn't there last month, helping us give a timeline, very valuable for treatment.

Early detection may have saved my life.

Cancer sucks. Get your exams.