When I was diagnosed with breast cancer and pretty much continued with my life—or at least gave the appearance of normality—friends often told me how much they admired my courage. It always puzzled me, because what were my choices? I could go on with my life as it was, as best I could; I could take time off to heal; or, I could…what? Kill... Read more
Fiction writer solves a plot problem.
I’ve been encountering a new popular device for knocking off female fictional characters—you guessed it: breast cancer! It always startles me, especially if, as happened with a novel I just finished, there’s no warning, not even a mention on the back cover.The latest read that engaged me in this... Read more
Elizabeth Edwards
Two and a half years ago, the day I was told that I had breast cancer, I came home stunned, only to hear the news of Elizabeth Edwards’ same-day, similar diagnosis. Breast cancer suddenly became a media focus. Her treatment, closely followed, along with information pieces and long interviews with experts, resembled mine but... Read more
Last week I reported the panic my friend and I experienced when she thought she had found a lump in the same breast that had several years ago had a cancerous lump excised. The night before her biopsy—which, if positive, would mean a mastectomy in mere days—we discussed whether or not she’d want reconstructive surgery or breast... Read more
This past week a dear friend of mine—the same breast cancer survivor who rigidly watched the breast cancer movie memoir, Dear Talula, with me—found a lump in her breast. Again. She told me about it a few days ago, just after she'd had it checked by her doctor. She told me he'd scheduled her for a biopsy the next day. I freaked out.... Read more