This article was written by the author — my mother — shortly before her death from cancer in 1970.
By Gwen Ford
“This lump will have to come out,” the doctor said kindly. My mind raced. “This little lump?” I thought. “Why, it’s not much bigger than a pea, and I feel so well, Surely there can be nothing wrong.” The doctor continued, “If it is malignant, the whole breast will have to come off.”