I went back and forth, and back again, then wobbled forth a ways, drifted back, et cetera, as to whether I was going to post about this. But given my obsession for dates and anniversaries it seemed like it would be a shame not to mention.
One year ago today, I underwent the chest surgery the finally ended my six-month battle with cancer. I’m not looking to do any soul-searching. I mean, I am, but not on my blog.
Rather, I’m going to take this opportunity to bang a drum I don’t bang enough: self-examinations. I’m fucking serious. Not, “hey guys, self-exams are good, mmmkay?” No, I mean, I might actually be dead right now if it weren’t for self-exams.
So for those of you as have boobs, please do this monthly. And those of you that have balls, do this.
Please.