Dear Ellen, The end of March has forever been a special time of year for you, as it is for many people. It is when winter sheds its dark, cumbersome and constricting cloak for the promise of light, freedom and the rebirth of spring. It is a time of change, and a time to reflect. And so, I write these words to you. Today is March 21, 2012. You are sitting in your doctor’s office as you have countless times before, but today is different. You know what you are about to face and you know what it means but you still hold a glimmer of hope that Dr. D has simply pushed you to the last time slot because she adores your witty humour and doesn’t want to rush the appointment. Her receptionist is giving you kind, encouraging and empathetic smiles. Not nervous, anxious or worried glances, but bold, confident reassurance that you will face whatever is behind that door. He already knows, as do you, that you are about to be diagnosed with breast cancer, but he knows something you
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