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Chemotherapy had left my pubis bald, too. Near my armpit, sticking out under the skin, was what looked like a beer-bottle cap, a catheter implanted there at the start of treatment. He had never heard of this consequence of chemo—but who ever talks about it? At one point, staring at my chest, he asked me if the cancer was in my left breast.
I was surprised. The right was visibly more swollen than the left because of the tumor. He probably could not imagine that the prettier of the two was the cancerous one. There was a great sweetness to my stay at the Institut Curie for the surgery, which took place six days later.
The tumor and several lymph nodes were removed. Analysis of those tissues would tell us whether the entire breast would have to be removed later. The smiles of the nurses and aides expressed approval. On Saturday, it snowed.