Two days before surgery. 52 days since the "good and bad news" call. Just hearing the words, breast cancer was enough to knock me off of my feet. Maybe a part of me started to die right then. When given the choice of hearing bad news first or good news first, what do you say? Me, I am real straight-up so let's hear the bad news first of course. You have breast cancer, good news, it's early and you will hardly suffer.
Blah, blah, blah, I don't remember what was said after that. I just felt like Mike Tyson kicked me I the crotch and all of the air in my body had left via my mouth. WOW...
