Thats right, its my battle with the boob. My right boob in fact. On October 5th I was lying in bed-ALONE, which is always a treat, feeling myself up, which is an even bigger treat, and I felt a lump on my right boob. The next day I was at the doctors office, which began a month long process of showing everyone, my boob.

Why is it that over thirty something years no boyfriend has ever expressed interest in being served sunny side up, and now all of a sudden, everybody has touched my boob. Its the most action I've had in eight months! And some of these doctors are cute! Would it be inappropriate to hand them my card? Or ask them to put on leather gloves and wear a studded collar? Light some candles? Play Zamfir? I mean, when in Rome!

So over the course of two weeks, they sent me for a mammogram,(which is like putting your boob in between a George Foreman Grill)  then an ultrasound, then a needle biopsy. If I knew my boob was going to get this much attention I would have gotten a nipple peircing..or put on fake tanner, or tattoed my phone number.

After three weeks of the boob tour across Calgary, on October 29th, I was diagnosed with breast cancer.Yep, thats right people, I've got cancer.

 I am overwhelmed with all the support, prayers,generosity, and love I have received my family and friends. Wow! What can I say, people love my boobs!My Mother has been visiting me and helping me out- walking my dog, cooking and she even re-arranged my closet by color, complete with post it notes"Don't wear this with jeans".

I will record my process on this blog, so stay tuned. If you are a woman, I don't care what age or whatever you family history may be, start touching those boobs.I am so glad I did.

Keeping strong,

Ally