Okay. You know how I’ve been kinda quiet lately? Couple weeks ago, Alex and I were fooling around (surprise) and I noticed a lump in one of her boobs. A lump that was definitely not always there. Cue freaking the fuck out.
We’ve seen several doctors now and yesterday the biopsy result came back - and thank heavens it’s completely benign. But, dude, so fucking scary. After talking to her dad Alex found out that her mothers side does in fact have a history of breast cancer, so it’s something she’s gonna have to keep an eye on.
If you’re a lady, please make sure you know how to do a self-boob check. And if you find something that worries you, please see a doctor. That shit is crucial. I’ve been told right after your period is a great time to do it, and in the shower. If you don’t know how to do one, or aren’t sure what you’re looking for, go see a doc or a women’s health clinic. Especially if there’s a history of cancer in your family.
Don’t leave it too late.
Mahlia is the greatest. She just made some fucking epic food. EPIC. And her boyf just brought out a goddamn pie so I am a fucking happy woman right now.
5: talk about the best birthday you’ve had
I’m really easy to please on birthdays. I just wanna be with the people I love. Good food, some drinks, making out with Alex. That being said, last years was pretty great. Alex and I had just gotten back together and we fucked off to the northern beaches for the weekend and it was the first time we went away after being back together and it was kinda like… we realised just how much we’re supposed to be together? I don’t know. It was awesome.
23: talk about something someone told you that meant a lot
I was lucky enough to have some pretty fantastic conversations with my grandfather before he passed away. He was a fascinating man, fought in WWII, built a business. But my favourite thing he ever told me is that he was proud of the way I refuse to hide who I am. He said it was inspiring that even though it would be easy to hide, it’s almost like I can’t pull back.
36: talk about someone you thought you were in love with
I thought I was in love with an old girlfriend. I really did. I wasn’t, but I swore I was, man. I talked about it once before. She was safe, and she was great and she cared about me, but man, I didn’t love her. I was an asshole who didn’t want to be alone and there’s a big difference.