You were so young and beautiful, in your early fifties
when you were attacked by the beast. First
your beautiful breast then the limp nodes were removed.
Thank God my Father was working then, so we could afford
to have the beast removed. We found a doctor
who was working with a cure called BCG even though it was
not AMA approved yet my mother lived over ten years
using it...other women on chemo were not living as long.
Then it happened, my father lost his job. Mother couldn't
afford to pay for the BCG anymore. Within a year the second
breast was removed and the beast came back to haunt
her. It had matastisized. With no money and no medical insurance
there was nothing she could do. So she waited, lost her mind
got worse, and died.
in honor of my blessed mother