Before you go ballistic, remember that we’re all going to die of SOMETHING. And, despite the fact of my having cancer, the odds are still greater that I’ll die in a car accident. (Ask anyone who’s ever driven with me.) What I mean about the cancer is that I’m pretty sure I’ll be fighting it until it wins.
Oddly enough, I was going to title this column “Vindication At Last”. You MAY remember the trouble my surgeon gave me (the day of my surgery!) about not wanting to remove my “healthy” implant. This was unnecessary surgery, she admonished me. She was just going to lop off the “nodule of necrotic fat” and leave well enough alone. I argued (quite strongly) that she do what we had agreed upon and she finally gave in.
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