Pink Door House

I was walking hand-in-hand with London behind the rodeo arena. Photo by Roseanna Sales "Do you understand what tonight was about? Why all these people are wearing pink, and we let all those balloons fly away into the sky?" "It was all for you, Mama." Perspective. We had participated in the Moses Lake Roundup's "Are You Tough Enough to Wear Pink?" night, along with other families touched by breast cancer and volunteers from the Columbia Basin Cancer Foundation. Photo by Rosean

If childbirth was intimidating, chemotherapy was terrifying. I received treatment at Cancer Care Northwest, in Spokane. My imaging had generated some confusion among the doctors and radiologists. While the rest of the body was clear, the opposite (left) breast lit up with energy on the PET scan. This would normally be an indication of cancer cells. But since I was still producing milk, there was no way to determine if this was cancer or lactation. They settled on a diagnosis