18 years ago our mom lost her battle with breast cancer. I knew then that was not going to be the ending to my story. No way would I lose my life over boobs...it just sounds so crazy. I then got tested to see if I had the BRCA1 & 2 gene (which is an indicator for genetic breast and ovarian cancer gene). I did not test positive for this gene but was informed that didn't mean I wouldn't ever get breast or ovarian cancer. (I've since learned that they have improved this test and look for additional genes that could be a positive link to this mutation.) But without fail every October since I was 37yrs old, I promised myself I would have a mammogram and the minute I flunked one, the party was over. So going into this years mammogram, which I was late in scheduling and came SO close to just skipping all together (don't listen to the media on this girls--annual is key), I had no idea or any indication that anything was wrong. But in a matter of 2 hours I had flunked 2 mammograms, 1 sonogram and was waiting for a needle biopsy...completely blindsided. So when I got the call 2 days later, I was not that shocked. But the good news was the cancer was early stage and very small. But that's all I needed to hear. Those puppies were coming off no if and's or buts. Under the advisement of my doctor and due to my family history and stage of life, we came to the conclusion that I should have a complete hysterectomy and get those cancer fueling ovaries out too. So here begins my journey. I'm not doing this for any other reason than to keep my friends and family updated. Don't care if you follow it or not. Don't care if you share it or not. This also gives me an opportunity to not only journal this adventure but to help encourage and inform my fellow girlfriends should they come face to face with this ugly disease. Breast cancer is not going to take me down...I got this! We got this!