When I was 10 years old, my mother was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. In those days, no radiation or chemo was done following the Mastectomy. Ten years after her Mastectomy, she had a recurrence in her scar tissue. This time, she had surgery and radiation. I drove her to PMH every day for 3 weeks for her treatment. It wasn’t the beautiful building that is PMH today, but it provided life-saving treatment nonetheless. My Mother survived for another 20 plus years, developing lymphedema (which changed the treatment plan for the current generation), needing a hip replacement as the Cancer had metastasized to her bone, before the Cancer returned yet again, and she lost her battle. I am forever grateful to PMH for allowing me to grow up with my Mother and for my two girls to know and fondly remember their grandmother.
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