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Backstory

2 months ago (during a self exam) I discovered a lump in my left breast. I was always considered a little dense, at least that was what one mammogram showed, years ago. I figured this was nothing new. Boy, was I wrong. The lump was big enough that I didn't want a lumpectomy (the name still sounds funny) and risk the possibility of a piece of that lump escaping. I was never very big to begin with, and my son and daughter are already half grown (teenagers, what else?) so, I opted for a mastectomy (actually, the names aren't so funny). As I sit here, one-sided, I realize that the work isn't done yet. The next battle is with chemotherapy. Well, there goes that dandruff problem.