I wasn't thinking about having breast cancer when I saw the postcard and booked an appointment for a routine (every two years) mammogram.

True, I'd been having a bit of pain in my left chest area, but I attributed it to indigestion. As in, it seemed to come and go.

Even when I got a call telling me I needed to come for an ultrasound and a second mammogram on my left breast, I wasn't worried. I'd had a cyst years before, and just assumed this was another one.   

So imagine my surprise when the doctor told me I needed a biopsy. 

And that it would be scheduled for the following Wednesday, just four days before my husband and I were booked to fly to Newfoundland for a three-week holiday. 

To read more of my story and what I've learned from it, check out the blogs below: 

Just before we left on a holiday to Newfoundland, a routine mammogram led to more tests and a large question mark. Did I or didn’t I have breast cancer?

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While on holiday in Newfoundland, I learned I’d need surgery. Then I had to put that to one side and act “normal” for three weeks until I saw my doctor.

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I had one week to get ready for my breast cancer surgery, and so many things to do! Then it was the night before, and the morning of the surgery…

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After talking to my surgeon, I was prepared for radiation and “maybe a pill.” But my medical oncologist explained the pathology report, which took us in a different direction.

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After discovering that my oncologist wanted me to have chemotherapy, I had two weeks to decide what to do and get ready.

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This is going to be short, but I wanted to let everyone know that I’m more or less back after an unexpected hiatus due to a routine mammogram that found a small breast tumour that turned out to be cancer.10 months ago, my life went on an unexpected detour…After the phone call indicating a possible

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Me in the Maritimes September, 2018.One year ago today, Les and I were driving a sturdy rental car through a barren stretch on the north shore of Newfoundland when my cell phone rang. First, I was surprised that there was any cell coverage—for much of this trip there wasn’t. Second, since I rarely give out my number,

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When his wife was diagnosed with breast cancer a year ago, Les Lindquist had no choice but to become her primary caregiver. That led to his battling depression.

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