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47 days
I read something the other day about a woman who felt she had two distinct lives – the one before cancer and the one forever changed by the diagnosis. In thinking about my own journey through cancer country, I am stuck on determining the actual departure date from the life I’d had without cancer. I may have had it for…
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discovery day
I should have written about it at the time, right after I heard “tumors” in the context of my right breast but it took 17 calendar days before I could actually put pen to paper. Sort of. It’s all too common, apparently – all too acceptable. Somewhere between taking a shower and putting on deodorant, on a Saturday like any…
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BRCA genes, Breast Cancer Treatment, Cancer Language, Diagnosis, Dispatch from the Diaspora, Early Detection, Family history, Mammograms
myths that matter
Cancer has settled into our house, with its attendant complexities and choices. Although a newcomer, I have quickly surmised that for those ensnared deeper in its labyrinth, cancer is a full-time job. The shock of the diagnosis is initially numbed by a flurry of appointment-making and form-filling, the latter of which necessitates a foray into the family medical history, which…
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Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Diagnosis, Dispatch from the Diaspora, Language matters, Mammograms, Mammograms, Susan G Komen Foundation
My New Pink Ribbon – Branded.
In the past 10 days, I have shown some restraint. I have not searched every corner of the Internet for information about fine needle aspirations and core needle biopsies of the breast – the latter always sounding more ominous – before showing up for it at Scottsdale Healthcare this morning. Supine in a small room illuminated only by images on an ultrasound monitor and…