Good News Is Gospill

EXACTLY 20 YEARS AGO TODAY, in the languid embrace of my guy on a lazy afternoon while watching the 2006 Olympic men’s downhill, he suddenly jumped off the sofa (and me) and pointed at my breast.

“What is THAT??? Have you had that checked out?” I touched where he was pointing. It felt like small almond.

I was not alarmed. The Olympics were on! I was healthy. Incredibly fit. Plus, I’d had a clean mammogram just three months before. I was sure it was nothing — but I promised I’d call my doctor first thing Monday …

Apparently, I have dense tissue.

20 years ago today, watching the downhill was the beginning of an uphill battle I’ll fight the rest of my life.

But now I fight for my sisters and brothers and their loved ones. I’m back on it — raising funds for Making Strides Against Breast Cancer.

(Yes, I know I’m starting early this year, but I couldn’t pass up this anniversary celebration. Please donate or join my team and help me raise funds.)