Today was my annual check up at the hospital, where I get an ultrasound on my breasts. In a fortnight I will meet with the doctor to go over the results.
The reason for this rigmarole is that a few years ago I was unlucky enough to find some breast lumps. My family has a history of breast cancer (my mother had it, but she survived and I admire her greatly for the battle she waged while raising her children) so the doctors prefer to be safe than sorry for me.
I'm not going to lie and say it isn't a little inconvenient to go to the hospital, it is. But cancer trumps that, so I would prefer inconvenience than to find cancer too late because I didn't take the appropriate steps. [...]