Twelve years ago I was in my dermatologist’s waiting room, thinking about how lucky I was. Five years before that, I had breast cancer, but was now cancer-free. I had a good job that I enjoyed and afforded me a great lifestyle. I had two children who were happy and doing well. I had many friends in my office. We went out to dinner and dancing at least once a week.
I lived in the inimitable city of New Orleans in an apartment facing the bayou. I could walk across the street to City Park and surround myself with lush flowers and oak trees draped with moss. The enormous park is home to an amazing number of ducks, geese, and other colorful of species of birds and water fowl that were so domesticated they would eat from my hands. Amidst the wildlife was a first-class museum that looked like a royal palace from the distance.
My name was called and I stopped daydreaming and walked into my doctor’s office. After she removed several pre-cancerous spots from my arms and legs, I showed her my knee, which was causing me great pain whenever I put weight on it or bumped it. I could only describe the pain level as a number eight – akin to a hot knife prodding my skin. More »