After getting out of the tub and drying under her arms, my mother discovered a lump the size of a golf ball. In order to feel it, I had to stick my finger in her arm pit to the second knuckle. Surgery followed with a masectomy and the removal of 17 lymph nodes. Mom fought hard for 7 years. There were good years in there but in the end she lost her fight. It will be 6 years the 24th of this month that I lost my best friend. Let's find a cure so nobody has to lose their mother, daughter, father, brother, or anyone to this terrible disease. Prayers for everyone fighting the battle!
PamJefferson City, MO