Imagine someone, anyone, telling you that. Imagine hearing, "You're 50, you shouldn't be skydiving." Or, "You're too old to garden." Or, "You need wheelchair assistance... your days of traveling are over."
You never stop thinking you are a family of five. You never stop answering that you have three kids, or two daughters. It never stops feeling like something is missing, because something always will be.
This is not a substitute for screening by mammography. But these findings may provide the women not getting screened with a simple and easily understood message: Taking note of your skirt size may save your life.
Without question, my work is challenging. The time I spend with my patients, however, inspires me daily by giving meaning to my life as we work together to overcome adversity. And I hope I in turn am bringing meaning to the lives of others.
The USA is like a patient whose antibodies have run wild, a patient whose antibodies have turned on external threats even when they're not threats, a patient whose antibodies are now attacking healthy tissue within the American body politic.
I was in a meeting when I saw my iPhone light up with a message. Midway through whatever I was saying, I glanced quickly to read the text out of the corner of my eye. "Mammogram came back suspicious. Have to go back next week. Love you," said Mom via that text. It was her birthday.
I had the opportunity to share with Loretta Stamos, personally, how grateful I was to her for her heart and her dedication. She had a genuine desire to help others. It was a great honor to meet her and share one tiny moment with Loretta.
The average life span for someone with my illness is still 26 months. I've never thought of myself as terminal, but many people will describe this disease with that word. I began to wonder if I was just being wishful in my thinking.
When it comes to breast cancer, screw saving the ta-tas, boobies or second base. The primary concern should be removing the cancer from the woman's body, and oftentimes that means a single or double mastectomy. You know -- not saving the breasts.
It is one thing to have cancer, but it is quite another thing to realize you will eventually join a million other cancer fatalities knowing that your society could have done more...but willfully chose not to.