In the bad old days, some 20 years ago, no one had the heart even to talk about it. Breast cancer struck the most evident of a woman's assets, where the motherly and the erotic are joined. And treatment of the disease was a nightmare of pain, disfigurement and uncertainty too terrifying to contemplate. A seemingly healthy woman with nothing more than a tiny lump in her breast (and a larger one forming in her throat) could agree to have a biopsy performed and not know whether she would awake from surgery with a small bandage on her breast -- or...
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