I went to go see her today (living at my mothers house for now) and she is very much afraid and in great anxiety about the relatively minor operation tomorrow.  She’s getting stints put in her heart in preparation for a mastectomy Thursday. 


She was first diagnosed with breast cancer back in 1991, and being that she’s deathly afraid of operations and treatments, she opted for a needle biopsy and called it a day.  In 2000, the lump in her breast came back with a vengeance and she was pretty much forced into having a mastectomy because the lump was the size of a lemon.  She never had any treatment for the cancer itself.


Now in 2005, the cancer came back into the other breast [I’m leaving all the other drama out] and is now again forced into getting this taken care of.  She’s 80. 


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