The Beginning of My Cancer Journey: Had I Not Fallen on an Uneven Sidewalk, I Would Not Have Known I Have Breast Cancer
On March 25, 2024, on a sunny, chilly Tuesday afternoon under a bright blue sky, I headed to the supermarket two and a half miles from home in my fleece jacket, black running tights, and a headband. At about two miles while walking on a sidewalk of a two-lane county road, I took my eyes off the sidewalk when I noticed a slow-moving vehicle on the shoulder of the lane as it approached the sidewalk curb. I thought the motorist was going to ask for directions.
And then it happened. BAM! I tripped over the uneven sidewalk and I fell hard on the right side of my body. I felt my right rib land hard on the raised edge of the concrete slab. I felt the sting of a scrape on my right knee. I scraped the palm of my right hand. My mouth whispered an expletive. Thanks to my strong core but slightly embarrassed self, I got up quickly,
The motorist, an older white-haired male wearing sunglasses, and his dark blue car were still there. He had watched me fall and get up. He lowered the passenger side window. He didn’t say a word. I said, “Are you lost?” He shook his head and gestured with his left hand indicating he was going to turn right. All I could say was, “I’m fine,” and continued on my walk to the supermarket.
