My oldest friend has breast cancer. I’ve tried to describe it in other ways: a lump in her breast…a scare…a…but it’s breast cancer. Stage One, but breast cancer all the same. From when she first discovered a lump over the weekend, she’s had a painful biopsy, the terrible wait for the results, an appointment made for a CAT scan next week, and then surgery. The surgeons will decide then whether they have to remove her breast, and the probability is great that they will.
She’s not yet 43, and she has 3 children. Her mother died of breast cancer, and she’s been very good about her screenings. And she has breast cancer.