Breast Cancer Month always brings me back to my soul!
To the call I received from the doctor after a business lunch.
To telling my family I have breast cancer, and taking care of their feelings.
To the brutal way my breasts were handled and poked and prodded all along the way.
The final days of having breasts, the teary news to my team at work and the days in the ICU, passing out from low blood counts, nurses who were amazing and the beautiful care I received from one nurse, whose own sister shared my birthday and died of breast cancer.
There are memories of my breast cancer journey each morning,
