It’s mid October, a time of gratitude and giving thanks.
I’m grateful for many things. Last week I had my annual mammogram and appointment with my breast surgeon. It’s six years since my lumpectomy, or partial mastectomy that preceded weeks of chemo and radiation, treatments for Invasive Ductal Carcinoma, the most common form of breast cancer.
The waiting room is full of anxious looking women of various ages wearing blue hospital gowns.