I made an appointment with my primary care physician the day after I found my lump. From there I had appointments for a mammogram and an ultrasound. The mammogram came back normal, but the ultrasound found a solid mass. From there my doctor referred me to a surgeon for further diagnosis and treatment. On my first appointment to the surgeon he decided to do a needle biopsy (fine needle aspiration) in his office. While trying to locate the lump with the needle, he asked his nurse to hold my breast. She placed one hand on it and he quickly said, "No, no, *two* hands." Thus the name - Two Hands. I decided that I should be proud of my girls as chances are, I may lose them.

No one understands what it is like to be told you have cancer until it happens to you. I remember feeling like the air had been zapped from my lungs. I was overwhlemed with emotion the first week, but then on Wednesday night July 7th, something clicked. I can only explain it as a state of grace. My attitude is strong, my faith is strong, and my sense of humor keeps me going. If you don't think you can handle my somewhat irreverent sense of humor, then read no further. But if you want to share my journey, find support for your own journey, or support me, then by all means visit and comment often.