I recently was reminded that it has been 14 years since my breast cancer diagnosis. I was 44 years old at the time, and all I remember is how extremely scared and confused I felt. My doctor left the decision to have either a lumpectomy or mastectomy up to me. When I had an MRI of both breasts, it showed that both breasts had tumors growing, I knew what my decision would be. And because my mom passed from the disease, I wanted to be proactive and went with a double mastectomy.
I have a beautiful 20lb Cavachon dog (half Bichon half King Cavalier.) Willy is a registered therapy dog. Before COVID-19 hit, we visited Hospice, home visits, nursing homes, places of business, etc., and these visits are quite magical as I witness the healing power an animal has on human beings. One of our weekly visits is with a man named Dennis, who is widowed and just turned 50 and is housebound. Dennis is living with: ● Obesity ● Type 2 diabetes ● Autonomic Neuropathy (A