The night before my mastectomy was one of the few nights I cried. I didn’t cry because of the surgery or because of the chemo I was to endure. I cried because it was over. Life as I knew it was over and everything was going to change after the surgery. It’s the place where I get stuck, the place that, if I let it, could take over and pull me under.Read More
Because I had Hodgkin's in my teens with radiation and chemotherapy I was encouraged to get a special radiation therapy called proton therapy when I was recently treated for Breast Cancer. This meant I was living in another city for 6 weeks and home only on the weekends.
When I came home I realized I had been very “me” centered.Read More