Thanks Doc

I look back on my days in the hospital following my mastectomy as a vacation in comparison to today’s approach to women’s surgeries. I stayed in the hospital for nine days. I didn’t go home until my surgeon, a veteran surgeon to our troops in Vietnam (two tours of duty in a MASH unit) said I should go home.

This blog won’t end today so I’ll eventually get to my unvarnished opinion of what I believe is the best chance for women who are diagnosed with breast cancer. But, I’ll give you a hint. The radical mastectomy saved my life. My surgeon, with his choice of a radical, gave me another 34 years of life. That is more than the majority of my R to R patients have had with their more simplified surgeries and treatments.

Thanks, Doc, for all these years.