When I told my doctor I couldn't afford an operation, he offered to touch-up my X-rays.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My doctor is wonderful. Once, in 1955, when I couldn't afford an operation, he touched up the X-rays.
I was diagnosed with Graves' disease, an illness of the thyroid gland. Instead of surgery, I was given radiation treatment.
The day in 2004 when the radiologist told me I had invasive cancer, I walked down the hospital corridor looking for a phone to call my husband, and I could almost see the fear coming toward me like a big, black shadow.
I had a lumpectomy. It wasn't that bad. Six and a half weeks of radiation.
I knew I needed surgery and I didn't want to have it and I ended up having it.
I'm ticking things off my list: I had a tumor removed; I had spinal surgery; I had four surgeries in three months.
I've asked Jobs why he didn't get an operation then and he said, 'I didn't want my body to be opened. I didn't want to be violated in that way.'
I told the doctor I broke my leg in two places. He told me to quit going to those places.
I went in for an operation to remove a brain tumor.
I met the surgeon general - he offered me a cigarette.