Breast cancer survivor: I’m thankful I came to MD Anderson first

Some people go to MD Anderson after they’ve exhausted all other local cancer treatment options. But for me, the thought of going anywhere else made no sense. I’m not going to say that cancer didn’t scare me. Because by the time I was diagnosed with breast cancer at age 53, cancer had already killed my toddler daughter, my father, my brother-in-law and my mother-in-law. And it continues to leave marks on my husband’s face, with each additional Mohs surgery he endures to keep skin cancer at bay. But after working at MD Anderson for almost 30 years, I knew that it was the only place to go for cancer treatment. My breast cancer diagnosis I learned I might have breast cancer while I was on vacation in November 2014. I’d just retired from MD Anderson and was still recovering from surgery to remove my uterus and a benign, 11-pound fibroid tumor. My husband and I were about to become empty-nesters, too: our youngest daughter had just gotten engaged. Then I got a call from my gynecologist’s office about a suspicious mammogram. The nurse tried to keep her voice calm while telling me about it, but I could tell the news wasn’t good. She just didn’t want to say so over the phone. I scheduled a fine needle biopsy with that doctor for the day I returned to Houston. Then, I continued my vacation, because I didn’t think a single week was going to make any difference. It’s not that I was in denial; I just wanted to be in control. I was also determined that my family wouldn’t have to...