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Thank you for visiting; although this blog has taken me far longer to write than I had ever anticipated. If you look at the dates, you'll know that I am very behind. I apologize in advance for that.

This is the story of my fight with Stage IV breast cancer. When I was 29 years old, the cancerous tumor in my breast was misdiagnosed as a cyst. My hope is that this blog will help other women to learn to ask for a mammogram or even a biopsy if they feel something suspicious in their breast, regardless of their age. You must be your own advocate!

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More Pins and Needles

Today, I returned to see Dr. C so that I could continue with my accupuncture.  She led me to a room in the back and examined my tongue.  “Your Chi look better, but still bad,” she said.  I changed into a gown and layed on the table.

She began shooting needles in me from the top of my head down to my feet.  Again, when she placed a needle in my lower abdomen she asked, “Do you feel this in your vagina?”  (What the hell is her weird obsession with my vagina?) “Yes, yes I feel it down there.” 

“In your vagina?”  She asked again.

“Yes!  I feel it in my vagina!”  What did I have to do, announce it to the world?

She finally finished sticking me with needles and left me in the room with quiet music.  At length, she came back in and removed the needles.  I felt very relaxed and yet felt more energized.  This stuff really works! 

On the way home, I called Aunt Denise and Uncle Pete.  Uncle Pete, a very respected surgeon, answered the phone.  I told him about my experience with Dr. C and her obsession with asking me about my vagina.  He laughed and said that there is a nerve in that area called the Pubic Nerve and she was probably making sure that she was hitting it with the needle.

Thank God, there was an explanation.  I was beginning to feel a little weirded out.

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