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My Cancer Journey: Scotch, Wigs and Board Service, by Susan Haller
I first discovered my own “breast cancer suspicion” stepping out of a shower in Stamford, Connecticut, in the spring of 1995. After noticing some shape anomalies, I muttered a few unpleasant observances and continued with my day. I had just extended a business trip to spend a few days with my mom, who was on the downhill slide with lung cancer.
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