Chemotherapy: Feeling Lucky in the Wide World of the Unlucky

So I began crying again. Daily. And a horrifying feeling of complete helplessness took over my days. No one could force me to undergo chemotherapy or to put some pill meant for post-menopausal women into my body, but the truth was that if I rejected the oncologist’s recommendations, it would be my fault if/when cancer showed up in my right breast.

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