It was a beautiful September day. Sunny and clear, the sky was a brilliant blue and the last surge of summer blossoms and produce made Linton seem like heaven on earth.
There was nothing standing between her and a day of antiquing except a short doctor’s appointment to get the results of her annual physical and snag a flu shot.
But her appointment wasn’t as simple as she had hoped. One word would change her plans for the day, the week, and the foreseeable future: cancer.
She had breast cancer.
The results of her annual mammogram had found a growth. The doctor said it was still small, still treatable, but still there. And instead of a day of shopping and a carefree evening of Miner football, she would be confirming insurance coverage, calling loved ones, and making appointments for treatment.