History behind Thermography of Iowa

My first real recollection of the words “breast cancer” was at age 22 when my grandmother was diagnosed with invasive breast cancer. It had been going on for years with her knowledge and she did nothing in the way of treatment but let “nature take its course”. By the time she was diagnosed, it had spread to the point that she had open wounds on her breast, abdomen, and back. Looking back, I think my whole family suspected something was amiss because she had a peculiar odor and would not “hug” us the way she used to in a bear hug fashion. This was strange as she always was my “favorite hugging grandma”. I was away at college attending pharmacy school at Drake University when my parents called to inform me that my grandma had called them from the hospital…..she just checked herself in so as not to be a bother to anyone. She lived very stoically until she died soon after at the age of 78. Looking back now, I can’t imagine the pain and suffering she must have endured. For her there was no surgery, chemo, or radiation…just a slow painful death. At the time, I remember thinking that breast cancer must be an “old people” disease. It was something non-preventable and just “happened” with no rhyme or reason...

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