By Mary Rust Nine years ago, I came home from work, dropped my keys on the credenza and headed to the kitchen… It was a long day and I was ready to unwind. As soon as I turned the corner, I was suddenly taken back by my husband, as he across the room from me. His face was pale and his expression lifeless. I knew immediately something was wrong, very wrong. We stood motionless, eyes connected, in dead silence. The moment felt like eternity before he said, “The doctor’s office called…You have breast cancer.” The moment you are diagnosed...Read More
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