It’s World Cancer Day and ironically I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting lately. On February 1, 2024, I was lying in bed, watching Netflix. I had an itch near my armpit which led me to reach across and graze my breast…and immediately I felt something very unfamiliar. I was then comparing the two, trying to convince myself that this wasn’t anything new. But deep down, I honestly immediately knew something was very wrong. It was coincidental that it happened to be on the 1st of the month, a time when as women, we should all check our breasts, so I’ll never forget the date. I had just dropped my mom off at the airport after she had visited, and my first thought was that I was so upset that my mom wasn’t with me! I remember asking multiple friends to please feel my left boob…do you feel anything?! To me, I remember saying it felt like a golf ball because it was SO foreign to how I know my body. It was actually 3.1cm - more comparable to the size of a grape. I already had an appointment booked to see my doctor, but I literally begged my friends to feel and compare both of my breasts…and they felt nothing. In hindsight, what still rattles me the most is what could of happened, had I ignored it. It had already spread into my lymph nodes. I had no family breast cancer history, or the cancer gene, and it still happened to me. ❤️‍🩹