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| Monday, August 9, 1999 Well shit. That about sums it up. When they call you in to their office to give you test results, no good can come of it. Seems I have cancer. Still brings tears to my eyes to say it. Carcinoma...a type of breast cancer. Isn't that ironic? Don't have a lot of information at this point. He is only the surgeon and has referred me to an oncologist, one he feels is the best in town. Michael is checking with Dr. Makin as well for a referral. Chemotherapy is in my future. Have to say I am, at this moment, scared. But it will pass. I feel like it would be much easier to die than to do chemo...but I have been wrong before. I will get my act together in a day or so. Do not be surprised if I am unable to talk with you anytime soon. I plan on calling Dad and Mom, but that's it. When I know more, I will let you know. I know I am in your prayers. Thank you. |
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