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From: "Frank Downey" <fabfour.fan@verizon.net>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2003 12:40:44 EDT
Subject: {ASSM} Diagnosis, by Frank Downey (MF flash)
Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2003 19:10:05 -0400
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DIAGNOSIS

She flinched.

"You don't like me touching you there," I said.

"It's.....uncomfortable. Mentally."

"It's habit," I grinned. "I've been touching you there for twenty five
years."

"I know," she grinned back, weakly. Then her face fell. "Oh, John, what am I
going to do if they have to take it?" she wailed. "God, what are you going
to think of me?"

"What I've always thought of you. That you're the love of my life, and damn
sexy. It won't make a difference. Besides which, you know what they told
you. They caught it early. They're not talking mastectomy, Cathy, they're
talking lumpectomy and chemo."

"I know, but I'm preparing for the worst."

"Losing your breast is not the worst."

"I know." She sniffled. "I know. It just seems like it. You just don't
 know."

"I know better than you think. Don't forget who found the lump," I reminded
her. "That wasn't pleasant, because I knew  right away. Like I said, I've
been on intimate terms with those breasts for many years. I knew what I
found."

"True."

"I know it's traumatic. And hopefully you won't have to go through it. But
if you do, we'll deal with it."

"You'll still want me?" she asked hesitantly.

"I'll want you until the day I die," I said, grinning, "even when we're old
and doddering and I'm keeping Viagra in business all by my lonesome."

"Silly. Like you'll ever need that, stud," she giggled. Thank goodness.
"But, fine, then. Prove it." I did-lovingly, tenderly, and completely. And
though I didn't go out of my way to fondle her breasts, I certainly didn't
avoid them.

"I love you," she sighed when we were done.

"Love you, too. Cathy? We'll get through this. I promise."

"I'm holding you to that."

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This story is dedicate to my mother. She's one of the lucky ones-chemo and a
lumpectomy, and, fifteen years later, she's just fine. But she was only 46
when diagnosed and it was traumatic.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Please give generously. We need
more outcomes like my mother.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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