When I talked to my surgeon today about some sharp pains I’ve been having in my right breast (a classic symptom of IBC), I found out something interesting. Not only is she a top-ranked surgeon and professor at the medical school, but my surgeon is a mommy too.
She has 2.5 year old twins. (And no, she’s not Sarah.)
I find this oddly comforting, particularly after the lessons I learned in my last post.