Warriors in Pink
And so, I join the ranks of the warriors in pink. I was diagnosed with breast cancer last Friday, two days after celebrating my 50th birthday. The test results were supposed to be ready on Wednesday, but they wouldn't tell me over the phone. That's when I knew. The Hubster and I sat in the exam room, waiting for my family doctor to bring the news. During the 15-minute interval, I wrote down questions to ask about treatment and the Hubster alternated between rubbing my back and holding my hand. He was nervous. I was resolute. Dr. Davis entered. He sat down and said, Well, it's cancer, Carol." "I already knew," I said. Michael Jackson's "Man in the Mirror" was playing in the hallway outside. It was strange because they usually listen to contemporary Christian radio. As we left, I watched the people around me. It was a normal Friday. I knew what I had to do. I am ready to fight. "Why me?" didn't even cross my radar. Most people would ...