The Laundry won't fold it's self.
This is a continuation of my last post in that it talks about embracing your community. My first visit with my "Team" at UCLA was like running a marathon. We arrived at the hospital at 7 AM to see my surgical oncologist. I had researched her in advance and knew she was the Director of the Revlon Breast Center and she was a "world-renouned surgical oncologist" words I made sure to use when telling my parents I had breast cancer hoping to ease their worry. I also met with my reconstructive surgeon who would turn out to be a great person and not just an amazing surgeon. I remember sitting in the room after he left thinking "He doesn't have to be my best friend, he just has to do a good job." The first visit with him I felt like a deer in the head lights and apparently my left headlight was a lot bigger than my right because he asked me "Has your left breast always been that much bigger than the left, or is the tumor?" Me: "Um... it's b
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