My cell phone rang as I sat in the school pickup line. I had to get my daughter her flu shot, dinner, drop her off at gymnastics and then get her to her ball game in the next two hours. The lady on the phone said that I had to have a biopsy of a suspicious mass in my right breast. I have worked in oncology for over 30 years, and I knew there would be many questions, decisions, treatments and challenges in the next months. But, I was still a working mother of teenaged daughters and I was determined not to let this disrupt their lives. Travelling far and fighting traffic was not acceptable to me since cancer was the only thing I planned to fight with ferocity.
The topnotch care I received in my community was the option I chose, because my daughters had many more proms, practices and ballgames that I wasn’t going to miss.