Yes, you read that right. I’m fairly certain I won’t ever forget the day I was diagnosed with cancer.
About a week earlier, I had shared what I thought was a very mild concern with my doctor. She then determined a biopsy was in order.
“A biopsy? Oh I hardly think all that is necessary,” I implored. Still she insisted.
“Okay—do as you like but I don’t think we need to make that big of a fuss over it. It’s more of an annoyance than anything.”
Honestly, I put it behind me and didn’t consider it again, until…