Breast cancer scare

Yes, yes I know... I haven't blogged like almost a month. The longest time ever I think. Anyways.
I recently had a breast cancer scare. Well I guess many gals do get breast cancer scares like sometime in their lives, but damn, I must say it really scared the living shit out of me.

Anyways, I got it checked almost immediately and turns out to be some hormonal imbalances in my body. Thank God it was not cancer.

Apparently, when the doctor saw me, she didn't think it was anything serious, but still, I couldn't convince myself that nothing was wrong, cos apparently, it wouldn't have happened if I was totally hale. She sent me for a blood test nonetheless.

The waiting time for the test results to be out was really toturous I tell you. I got the results back a couple of days later. The clinic assistant called me and told me to make a trip to the clinic. I almost couldn't walk I tell you.

Apparently, she had told me that if there was nothing wrong with my blood test results, I don't have to make a trip down to the clinic, and then she called me and told me that my blood test results are high and the doctor wants to see me to DISCUSS TREATMENT.

I hyperventilated on the spot. Discuss what treatment?? Well, in the first place, I didn't know what the doctor tested my blood for, and the assistant apparently didn't know how to answer me when I asked her what was high? What did she mean by my blood test results were high??? She just told me to come down and let the doctor explain to me.

*faint*

I think I could have just died from shock before cancer could even reach me.

Anyways.

This saga kinda made me think ALOT. I kinda prepared myself for the worst and I asked myself, if I had to choose between my breast and my life, which would I want? Although I know which is OBVIOUSLY more important, I just can't bring myself to think that I had to die without a complete corpse.

When the assistant informed me to collect my results, I thought I had cancer. Really. I started thinking, what if I had only 3 more months to live? Would I be scared? If I have to die soon, am I going to be afraid?

Suprisingly, the more I thought about it, the less afraid I became. Yeah, I know, Im sounding very morbid.

Anyways.

Know how Im feeling now? I feel so happy that I have breasts. I had always taken for granted that I have them. Now I feel that its a blessing that I have them. I know I may sound ridiculars, but well, I guess its only when you are about to lose something, do you realise its importance.