#84: The Breast Cancer Poem

We pulled the mammogram call-back letter out of the mailbox on Christmas day. The rest is a blur of fearful unknowing– until the biopsy, and then waiting for the results of the biopsy, and then getting acquainted with the strangeness of saying, yes, I have cancer, or, yes, my wife has cancer. Early detection, a tinyContinue reading “#84: The Breast Cancer Poem”