People generally say good things come in three. So do bad things.
Last week, my family got some news that was hard to swallow.
My sister, Amy, has breast cancer.
After my dad being diagnosed with his aggressive prostate cancer this past November, we’re in the calm of the storm for his recovery. Amy’s news kind of sent us all reeling.
Amy is my big sister. I’ve adored her since the day I was born. I’m still told stories about how psyched she was to get a baby sister when I was on the way, and as silly as it sounds, I love knowing how much she “wanted” me.
I’ve looked up to her my entire life. She’s so smart. She’s so pretty. She’s so compassionate. She’s so loving. And she’s always said that Doug (our brother) and I got the funny genes. She’s wrong. She’s pretty funny herself. 😉
And she’s been there for me in my life every step of the way. Whether I’m up, down, healthy, or struggling, Amy has always been a solid rock in my life. And I’m so thankful I’ve been lucky enough to have a big sister like her.
The only reason Amy had a mammogram at her age is because a traveling breast cancer van came to the school at which she works. She had the test done because everyone else did. She was flagged, and went for further testing.
She found out a few days later she had cancer.
Had Amy waited until she was 40 to get her mammogram, she would need extensive chemotherapy and her life would be much, much more at risk. Yes, this is serious, but it would be so much more serious had she waited.
SO. For my sister, check with your insurance company. Ask them for the earliest age they cover mammogram screenings. And once you hit that age, go get tested.
And do me a favor and send some prayers up for her. I love my big sister so much, and I’m going to be there for her through all of this mess.
‘Cause as you know, Cancer’s got nothin’ on us Halters.