On Mom’s side without a breast she has a long scar.  I tell her she’s like one of those archers from the Greek myths– those ladies who cut off one of their breasts so they could shoot their bows and arrows better.  I read about them.  Mom replied, “Honey, that’s an ancient rumor.  I’m sure the Amazons could aim just fine with both breasts.”  But she laughs.  She can joke about it now that she doesn’t have cancer anymore.

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