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June 8th

2009

"Hi Abby. Are the kids in bed? Is your husband there with you? Do you have time to talk?"

It was my doctor. Calling with the news.

"Its Breast Cancer but I want you to listen to me, you'll be fine. You're going to be fine"

I dont remember much after that. I cried for a while. She kept talking to explain things to me. Threw out terms like DCIS, breastcancer.org, possible mastectomy.

Then I went to throw up.

I called my parents.
My Dad cried.
My Mom; strong as usual, told me I'd be okay.

And I was.
And I am.


It's behind me.

Or as someone said to me, is it ever really behind you?

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