I was diagnosed with breast cancer in April 2001, sixteen months after the death of my husband, due to renal cancer. At that time I was working in a psychiatrist's office. I had a right mastectomy, with chemotherapy following. My chemo was scheduled for Fridays, I had the weekend to recoupe and would return to work on Monday. My employer took Fridays off. My cancer was found early, (by me) and I never thought about dying until after all was over and I reflected back on what could have happened to me. I am so blessed, and have been for eight years now.
Ruth AnnSeymour, IN