I knew something was wrong. I sent photos to my breast surgeon—my skin wasn’t healing. “Not cancer,” she said. But it was. No skin biopsy. No MRI—my magnetic expanders made that impossible. For 10 months, the doctors denied the truth. Both surgeons and their staff downplayed my concerns. They kept pushing radiation. Kept me in the dark. But I trusted my instincts. I refused the pressure. I filed for unemployment. And I kept going. Determination isn’t just strength—it’s survival. Resilience lit the path they never offered. What they missed — I caught. Guess you have to be your own doctor!
First Concern with ILC in Left Breast Skin
