My Family Doctor wanted to see us. Not just me, but my husband too. US. Shit. This can't be good. Looking back at it now I was terrified, but I didn't let on. I was busy pulling myself together, so I could handle the worst. I was a dozen steps ahead of this possible awful outcome. In my mind I was already digging into the strength I may need. She cried and said it is Breast Cancer. She wished it wasn't. My husband pondered quietly. I thought to myself, ok well, I guess