You are so right, my dear friend. There's not a one of us who does not remember that moment. Once I heard that awful word "malignant", I felt like someone had hit me in the pit of my stomach and could not breathe. Thank goodness, George was with me. We went immediately to my pcp's office, and she arranged for me to see a surgeon that afternoon. This was a Friday; surgery was scheduled for the following Wednesday. I wanted that thing out of me!
You are so right -- we are a board for support. I still remember how amazing it felt to find this community of women to help me through my treatment and to continue support and friendship now.
Congratulations on reaching your 6th anniversary, Joyce! You (and we) have indeed been blessed. Give that dh a big hug for me.
I love you!
Becky