One doesn’t have time to deal with the reality of no breasts when unbearable pain is the sole focus. The morning after my surgery, the pain on the right side of my chest was so severe I could hardly breathe, and constant, with no reprieve, as if an arrow had been shot...
My mastectomy was scheduled bright and early on an extremely warm Tuesday morning in Florida, June 2009. I remember lying in bed at the hospital before surgery missing my mom. Of course those who don’t know me personally, would not know my mom died in a car accident...
As a former Health/Medical television news reporter I have interviewed hundreds of individuals who were either chronically ill, or had gone through some type of terminal illness. I was always able to pull a myriad of raw emotions from these patients, which was great...
This request has been hovering over me for several years now, to “Blog or Not To Blog?” My public relations team says “Lisa, you should blog,” my speaking engagement agent, my website developer and technology guru have all encouraged me to get involved in...
