Reflections on a pink ribbon summer
Fri, 10/29/2010 - 12:00am
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Send to friendI feel the wave of an old-fashioned swoon wash over me. For an instant, the room is fuzzy and swaying. It passes and I catch my breath. “That’s not what I wanted to hear,” I tell my doctor.
She says something about “… caught it early…. an MRI. I’ll schedule the surgery right away.”
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