When the oncologist proclaimed that my mom's cancer had returned, my reaction was not all that different from my reaction to her initial diagnosis of breast cancer: I felt like someone had kicked me in my teeth and punched me in the stomach at the same time. Lucky for me and my family, the recurrence (metastatic breast cancer) ultimately turned out to be a misdiagnosis - but one that took six months to confirm. So, I lived in hell for six months.
Here, I would like to describe what it was...
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You can always tell who my son is. He is the one standing outside in 20 degree temperature in shorts and a t-shirt. He will tell you he... Read more »
The books pile up these days, and there's so much good information out there that I really want to read them all. Many come through... Read more »
It would have been very easy for my relationship with my brother, Steve, to have been damaged during the two-year period that I was a... Read more »
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