Less than a year later a breast surgeon was telling me to "consult an attorney." Oh, I did, indeed, as sick as I was, I didn’t want other women to ever go through this hell on earth. Little did I know but there is a glitch in the law that tries to talk patients out of a jury trial and that other physicians have to concur that your life expectancy was definitely shortened by the delayed diagnosis, not changed, body parts lost, not irreversibly harmed, only shortened. That cannot be proven within the first two years after diagnosis, because breastcancer is multi-centric, and every woman must be vigilant, and prepare for metastasis (spreading of the original breast cancer).

    Later, I must admit, I had thoughts of how their lives could be irreversibly changed but go on nonetheless. They haven’t lived their lifetimes yet. That came at a time when I knew that I could only focus on my next step: that which would give me the greatest potential for health and recovery.

    But, it never has escaped my mind nor my heart that not one of those physicians would stand still and let me inject my live cancer cells into their mammary glands and want to wait two years or more and then tell me if there had been a change in their lives. Certainly not all physicians, but the greater number couldn’t permit their minds to even consider such a reality. We lack common sense in the medical profession.