Every year or so I hang this dressing gown around my topless body and have a probing breast exam by good doctors and quality equipment. My dear mum made her way through breast cancer in her early 30’s and lives to tell the tale... which is why I’ve gotta do this.
It’s always a little strange being in a room of dressing gowned, mostly older, women. And it’s usually a bit of a life check-in moment for me.
Today I felt the experience of ‘woman’ in a patriarchal, post-feminist reality. In the facial expressions of those other women I see concern, fear, dedication, holding of other people’s pain, holding of their own pain. There’s so much subtle energy a woman is woven to feel and experience. I feel it in that room.
The other thing I experienced today was the total whiteness of the people in that clinic. It’s a place of complete privilege. It’s not a cheap exercise. Every person was white skinned. And yet there are likely many people of colour who don’t get into that room for the careful examination I experienced today but who really need it.
I don’t know what this realisation will precipitate. But I do know that in a context of major upheaval around deep systemic racial injustice, it has to precipitate something constructive. I care for people of colour dearly, and yet I ride my priviledge a little too much without fair share of opportunity. Priviledge = responsibility. Time to uplevel.
That all said, deeply grateful I could be tested and that it was all clear 🌿
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