When I went for my first-ever mammogram in October 2007, three months before the avalanche, it was because something was unusual in my right breast and I just wanted to prove it was nothing. I’ve now come to love and deeply appreciate those who care for cancer patients, but at the time of this first mammogram, I thought the doctors were only confirming my opinion that they were trigger-happy and suit-scared. Not seeing anything specific, they recommended I have a surgical biopsy to identify what might be going on. I honestly felt they were way over-reacting and told them I’d be back in six months – planning to carrot-juice my way out of their clutches. Needless to say, in six months I was caught up in the search and recovery of our daughter. Throughout the year, my right breast continued to enlarge and began to feel tender on the outer edge. Still, I never felt a lump.