Mammowhat?! Mammogram? Me? But I'm a man! And at 67? Is this some really, really weird dream I'm about to wake up from? How in God's name were they going to do a mammogram when there's practically no mam on my chest?
When life comes at you on a curve, you adjust your swing, change your approach, maybe alter the way you live your life and the way you share that life with others. You show courage, channel hope and inspire by your example.
With those words, I joined the elite ranks of the 1 percenters. Alas, not those who've been the focus of the Occupy Wall Street movement. No such luck on my part. No, I am among that small group of breast cancer patients who happen to pee standing up.