"I was diagnosed at the beginning of September 2015.  "I knew." I had been having mammograms and sonograms every 6 months for several years.  It's harrowing. First of all, no one likes to not be wearing deodorant!  Then, you sit in the waiting room wondering if the other women have cancer, have had cancer,  or if perhaps this is their first time.  Truth is, you never get used to having a mammogram. 

Then you go back into a second smaller waiting room, change into a gown, and you wait…again.  In this smaller room, you are waiting with women who don't really talk to each other.  You might share a worried smile.  One woman may be silently praying, one may be reading a magazine or doing some knitting.  But all are worried or anxious.

The mammogram itself?  Well, most of us know what that's like.  It's painful no matter what size breasts you have.  Then, if something is seen, you go back to the little waiting room, and everyone knows they "saw something" and are now waiting for an additional sonogram.  You worry through that too, but at least you get to lie down.

This time?  I just "knew."  I had gone through so much heartache, and really, a broken heart.  I've had this "theory," personal to me, that things you hide inside you, things you carry within you, in time, have to come out and become manifested through your body.  Cancer is the big one. read more in the newsletter…