June 5, 2007, WASHINGTON (Reuters) - “Has anyone talked to you about your results?” the doctor asked me. And that’s when I knew I had breast cancer.
A week earlier, I’d had a biopsy after my physician found a slight abnormality in my right breast.
The disease had killed my mother Dawn and my grandmother Raisa. But I had had negative biopsies before and I wasn’t really worried about the results, I’d told myself.
I asked the doctor if my husband, Todd, could come in from the waiting room. Since we had agreed he would stay outside unless there was bad news, Todd knew it wasn’t good when the nurse called his name.