
Cancer, Covid-19 and Courage I remember it so clear…Thursday, January 16. It was cold and the sun was shining. I had an 8:30 am appointment for my annual mammogram and ultrasound. I was then headed to pick up Angie to head to our coffee spot. Ben had a swim meet that night and a pasta party (it was the night before the Torrington meet). The technician was taking an unusually long time with her scans. At one point she actually walked out. That’s when I thought, something is wrong. When she came back into the room, the doctor followed her. Why was he here? He said, “We see something and believe it is cancer. You’ll need to go to the breast surgeon right away”. “WHAT?” I thought. He must be wrong. This was just my routine exam. Something I do every year. It’s on my list. I got dressed and went to the car. I felt numb and not sure what to do next. I always have my next step planned so this was an uncomfortable feeling. I was frightened. I sat in the cold car and thought… ...