My First Mammogram

I got a new doctor. This guy was pretty thorough and I must say, has been the first person that even brought up a mammogram in all my doctor visits since I’m over 40.

Now we’ve all heard nightmare stories about Mammogram’s and how painful they are. My worry was that they were going to squish the fuck out of my extremely large breasts. I mean really, most women that I know…mind you, I am a Sailor. Most of the women I spend my time with are young enough to be my daughter so mammograms are not the scalding hot conversations that we have on a daily basis.

Anyway…I was able to get an appointment right away especially since most of the elderly military retirees aren’t breaking down the door for a boob appointment. If it was heart related…forget about it. I would still be sitting here waiting for an appointment. I know how some of the corpsmen are for other departments in the hospital are so I was expecting some asshole to be on the other end of the desk when I arrived.

Must have been my lucky day because the nurses I encountered were very nice and polite. Which did put my mind at ease a bit. When I got into the room, my nerves were on 10. I just kept thinking how much pressure were they going to apply and was it really going to hurt too bad. My brain immediately went to to a stupid cartoon where the cars are at the junk yard and are on an assembly line and at the end is a creepy-scary face chomping down on the cars as they passed through and are destroyed. My poor big breast were going to be devoured.

As I sat there, waiting for the technician, it kind of set into my brain. This machine could be the bearer of bad news. This machine has been kind to some women and given good news. This machine has also…shattered people’s lives. Loss of loved ones and friends. Loss of mom’s and grandmas, aunts, sisters, and best friends.

Fear set in. The fear of the unknown. Could I be next? Would they pull me into a room and tell me horrible news to? What about my kids? What about my husband and friends? So many things all at once. As I stared at this innocent machine…I wanted to cry. I just kept thinking about so many women who’ve stood in this same room before me.

The nurse must have felt my energy when she came back into the room. She tried her best to tell me to relax. That it’s common and routine to get this test done. See, she was thinking I was afraid of the procedure. I wasn’t. I was afraid of the results.

My mind was flooded with to many thoughts. I stood up to the machine as this woman started taking the pictures. My mind was so distracted that I don’t even remember what the procedure felt like. Until she did a side shot and had to squeeze my boobs from an odd angle. That shit hurt…son of a bitch…managed to mumble.

Once it was done, I left. Feeling numb and fearful. Praying to God that these results came back normal. The waiting seem to take forever. I wish it could be a faster process. That someone could just tell you immediately, like an X-ray what they saw. Two long ass weeks before someone called me back.

The news was good news but I didn’t feel fulfilled. I just kept thinking about the next woman that was in there. Did she feel a lump? Were her results good too? Getting older can be scary. Yet, I get to live to tell another story. I can only appreciate this moment and be happy in this moment.

For anyone that has not taken the time to get a mammogram because you’ve been scared to do so. Please take the time to get it done. Yes it may be scary and even slightly painful but ignorance can be a killer.

Writing Anxiety

Every few months you can get good content out of me and then like clockwork my ass drops off the face of the earth. This time, I went all the way off the grid and decided that it was just too scary to even push the WordPress app to see what other people were writing.

I think disappointment in myself was the main reason for this new anxiety. There’s nothing more frustrating then writing and pouring out your heart and having no one read it. To be honest, I didn’t give it much thought. However, I was doing good and starting to meet new bloggers and forging new relationships with them when I dropped off the grid.

I wouldn’t learn until almost 8 months in hiatus that I learned anxiety is a very real thing. See this year, I had a real anxiety attack. I thought I was having a heart attack and was going to die. Come to find out, stress, working and family life was really getting the best of me. Even trying to come up with blog posts was stressing me too.

Every where you read about having a great blog says that having helpful content is what will give you a better following. Well I’ve racked my brain. Stressed about it. Shut down. Shut out. And flat out stopped writing…AGAIN. I just like writing. There’s nothing special about it. I don’t know enough about being a civilian to really know how to tell someone what to do.

So again…like last time. I just vow to do me. I did however come up with three tips to deal with getting in your own way.

Are you ready for it, here goes:

  1. Write
  2. Keep writing
  3. Write some more

Can Men and Women be Friends? Guest Post by Anonymous 

Sitting here thinking. I don’t most of time, but I have been this week…

Can men and women just be friends? 

Can two married people be just friends without their spouses?

What if each spouse doesn’t know how much the two actually talk via messages, social media, calling, etc. Is this wrong? 

In my opinion, if your spouse doesn’t know all details of your convo, then there is something wrong with it…it’s OK to be friendly and stuff but if your conversation can not be shared and it crosses friendship lines then you are in bad grounds period. 

Are you in a relationship as such? 

What are your options? 

I have no issue with friends but secrets etc cross alot of lines. Respect is a two way street! In my opinion, that’s what’s wrong with folks these days..they always looking over the fence imagining about the grass in the other yard.

So I repeat. 

 Can men and women just be friends and leave sex out of there conversation or thoughts? Hmmmm?

Please be kind…I’m using my blog as an outlet for some shy writers. The views expressed do not necessarily reflect my own opinions ~ Prudence 

Chicken and Waffles…

I’m not a fan of breakfast food but recently I went to a little Restaurant called The Egg Bistro. 

Okay, I’ve actually been there two times this week. That’s just how good the food was. 

The first time I ordered two pancakes, thick cut peppered bacon and some country ham. No one told me that the pancakes were massive. I barely made it halfway through my plate before I was full. The pancakes were amazing. My only complaint is that they don’t warm the syrup. However, I’m sure if I wouldn’t have been so busy stuffing my face I probably could have asked. 

Today, I was sitting next to a table and the lady sitting there ordered the chicken and waffles. Now, I wanted the pancakes  bad and had been thinking about them everyday this week but as soon as I saw that beautiful display of food, I immediately changed my mind on the pancakes and decided to try something different. Different as in waffles and not my faithful love of pancakes. 

Yes, I’m a true creature of habit. Once I find something I like, I won’t order anything else off the menu. Because I’m eating of course what I like. 


Doesn’t it look pretty?

The waffles came with a caramel bourbon sauce. Which I immediately asked for an extra cup of once I tasted it. 

Absolutely delicious! 

It was so good I wanted to lick the plate clean but I had already ate too much. Now here’s the real shock. My meal came with the chicken and waffles and a plate of cubed hash browns and it was only 10.99. Can you believe it? That’s a lot of food. Because I’m greedy, I also ordered the thick cut peppered bacon and a strawberry mimosa with a splash of champagne. 


They could have dressed the glass better but no worries…I killed it too!

Needless to say, I ate all the bacon, chicken, waffles, and potatoes. Driving him, my eyes were so heavy that I thought I was going to fall asleep. 


I’m going back again before the weekend is over. 

P.S. I took my son, the picky eater and they actually had boiled eggs, sausage, and fresh fruit that was satisfactory to his likes. He was a happy camper when he left too. The waitress was very impressed that he knew exactly what he wanted to eat. 

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It is very rare for me to unfriend someone on Facebook or any other social media platform because I truly believe in free speech. I put my uniform on everyday with hopes of enforcing the rights of others and upholding the Constitution to the fullest. 

The very nature of being in the military means to me that my Commander in Chief (past or present) is off limits for discussion. No matter what I think or how I feel about his policies it is never publicly discussed. 

Yet, I had to delete two friends recently. One because half of his posts were down right racist and inappropriate and all of his election posts took me to a dark place. 

My daughter and I have had heated exchanges over the rights of others and their opinions. What really bugs me, even now as I right this is that I don’t care if you don’t like a certain group of people. As long as its verbal and not physical because as I said before, I believe in Freedom of Speech. However, his posts were over the top and even though I am black, I don’t or won’t condone someone posting pictures of lynching black people,  jokes about immigrants, crude jokes or mean statements about certain religious groups, or insane posts about women. I will openly admit that am not a fan of Mrs. Clinton but I do not think that a woman’s place is at home, bare foot and pregnant. This is only a brief summary of some of his posts.  My skin is usually pretty thick but I can only take so much. 

Now the other guy is a active Athiest and like I’ve said before. Don’t care because it’s his right. Most of the time, I can tolerate his, “Why would God let this happen if He was real?” Sometimes it’s pretty interesting to see the debate of the people that comment on his posts. 

Lately, his posts have been more hateful and graphic than usual. His post over the weekend of two conjoined twins being born was a little too graphic for me and there being no God really got under my skin. 

Looking back, I probably should have deleted him a long time ago but we have over the years had some pretty good discussions and even some pretty good arguments and too be honest, I don’t know why the video got to me like it did. Maybe it’s the not being able to see two sides to every opinion that got to me the most. We don’t have to agree but not being able to meet in the middle is a problem. My thoughts or someone else’s thoughts should be valued especially if you push your opinions down someone’s throat. 

After a couple of days of thought I have come to realize that even for him there is a line that was crossed. I mean it’s one thing to want your voice heard and even give good reason for why you believe what you believe. What I didn’t realize before is that even though I may feel it’s important to voice your opinion that doesn’t mean that I have to be the recipient of YOUR opinion. 

What I’ve also realized is that the first two were just the beginning of more to come and it’s time for me to clean house. Social media has become the dumping ground for everything that’s wrong with what’s wrong! Yes, you read that correctly.  I hear a lot of folks, myself included, say that Facebook is a great way to keep in touch with friends and family. I think that I may go back to the old fashioned way of doing things.