A diagnosis of breast cancer is one of the scariest things that could happen to a woman, and to have the tests come back negative one of the most happy. I can only imagine how it must feel, to hear that you had cancer, then had both breasts removed, then to learn that you didn’t have cancer at all. Anger and relief would be so intertwined in my mind and heart, that I doubt I’d be able to separate them. Darrie Eason has my congratulations, and my sympathy.
Having said that, I think that the publicity and the outrage are largely focused on the wrong woman. What about the woman, whoever she is, who really does have cancer, and has yet to get treatment. How much could the tumor have grown in the interim. And to where could it have spread? She must be scared out of her mind. Sister, you have my heartfelt sympathy. You are in my thoughts.
Unapologetically Nerdy 