In 1977 while doing a breast check on myself, I found a rather large lump. My doctor has advised me to look for abnormal puckering as well as external lumps. Two weeks later I had a modified radical mastectomy, spent two weeks in hospital (remember this was 32 years ago) and was sent home. No support group, no advice. Six weeks later I started chemotherapy (because the tumor was so large they said). What followed was the worst year of my life. But now, at the ripe young age of 72 I am still alive and active and volunteering my time for charities. I was fortunate to have wonderful support from my husband, my family and my friends and today I am enjoying watching my grandchildren grow up and become fine young people. There is indeed, life after breast cancer.
Noreeta Finn
Regina, Canada
Regina, Canada