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    when mammograms miss: righting a wrong

    Maybe I should just let it go. As I’ve been told at least twice since I “resumed normal activity,” I look just like myself. You would never know, unless you asked to see, that I really don’t look like myself at all. Hidden under my clothes, since the DIEP flap reconstruction that ushered in my new year, is a trivial but…

  • Dispatch from the Diaspora

    happy to be home

    At 4 o’clock this morning, I called out, “Honey!” Almost instantaneously, “Coming Momma!” from a 14 year old who has been elevated to heroine status for reasons that will become clear as I try to make a point about what coming home means. At the same time, from the den, another “Coming honey!” – my wise and worn-out husband who…

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    positively negative

    During a webinar with colleagues this afternoon, my cell phone rang. No caller ID.  “Unknown.” Presumably, like all recent “unknown” callers, this would be one of  my ever-expanding new network of medical professionals.  Initially,  I thought it was the cheery Maria from my dentist’s office, confirming a routine cleaning, but it was the other Maria, The Breast Surgery Coordinator, whose…