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September 12 and beyond, 2009
Published on Sep 29, 2009
As of this writing, I hardly remember the 10 days post diagnosis.
Save that the well oiled machine of the DHMC Comprehensive Breast Cancer Program kicked in and I became a cog.
For a brief moment I resented the intrusion, the way I was so neatly plugged into the process at what I affectionately call “the big house.”
However with a quick face slap and reality check I knew I was damn lucky to be exactly where I was.
It began with a phone call from the woman I call my personal flight attendant, social worker, Margie Cole. She set up my MRI, my surgical consult. She responded to emails and returned my calls. She sent me educational materials and links to websites. She was right there.
And as some of you wiser women already know, when you mind goes mush, you need a flight attendant to help you find your seat on the plane.
Margie got me seated for the flight.