My lovely co-host Adam (who has a certain way with words) has coined a new phrase for women having a mammogram.
He's called it the ta-ta test! Now there are many words flung around for our breasts but ta-ta's not one I use regularly (he told me it was either that or "puppies" so I went for the lesser evil).
You see boobs, boosies, jugs, cans whatever you want to call them, have been on my mind a lot this month as we raise awareness for breast cancer.
There are about 50 women each week who are diagnosed with breast cancer and horrifically 600-700 women die each year from it. And for some reason, the numbers in Hawke's Bay are particularly high.
It's a disease that is taking our young mums, our sisters, our aunties, our nanas, and it's taking us. I am so sad to have to say that I have lost friends in their prime from breast cancer, friends that have left behind beautiful children and partners who are then left bereft.