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1/31/2017 Latest post:
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" You have Breast Cancer. I'm sorry, I know this was not the news you wanted to hear." Wait!! What??? This is my story. As many of you know Nick and I purchased a condo several years ago in Punta Gorda, Florida in the Burnt Store Marina community. I travel back and forth to enjoy the warmth and sunshine while I patiently wait for Nick to retire, at which time, we will make this our semi- permanent home. In preparation for this past fall trip I decided I should get a few things off my "to do" list so as not to think about them while I am away. One of these was to go in for a routine mammogram. I was scheduled on November 8 for this overdo screening. ( yes, I admit I was several years overdo. No excuse other than I was so comfortable at the St. Croix Falls clinic where I knew everyone and now with our fairly recent move to Kewaunee, Wisconsin I didn't yet feel this same way). Anyway, following this mammogram I went about my usual routine and returned to subbing the next day . And then the call came saying I needed to return for a more enhanced mammogram and possible ultrasound. Thinking nothing about it other than it meant another trip into the clinic. Mammogram, ultrasound, biopsy. One thing led to another.No one said the "C" word so I wasn't really thinking such. They simply said I would receive a call within 48 hours with the results. The first day went by, no call. On the second day I was feeling a bit anxious. Sitting with the phone near me and, as each hour went by, I worked myself up into a somewhat anxious state. Now I get on the Internet. This what not the thing to do. It can be helpful in so many ways but then again, sometimes way too much information, some of which I would rather not know. And then the phone rang. My journey begins.