When the doctor becomes the patient: a breast cancer journey
At 62, I unwittingly became a cliché: the physician who makes a poor patient.
The hard lump in my right breast, directly inferior to the nipple at the 6 o’clock position, shocked and shook me in the middle of a long August night when it first poked me as I tossed and turned my way through a bout of insomnia.
A screening mammogram for September 12 had been on my calendar for …
When the doctor becomes the patient: a breast cancer journey
