Brac a Frac

May, 1998.  The news no one in my immediate family wanted to hear.  My mom, 49.5 years old, had breast cancer.  I was 27 years old.  I figured I had 22 good years left, before the cancer struck.  I was doomed.  It had to be hereditary. My grandmother, on my father’s side, had breast cancer …

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