From the Publisher
Gloria Steinem author of Revolution from Within An irresistible and intimate story of defeating cancer with humor and self-respect.
Betty Rollin author of First, You Cry Funny, wise and true. I loved it.
The Washington Post This hook stays in the mind....Through Joyce Wadler's ability to transform pain into laughter, her story will touch many other women's hearts is well.
Olivia Newton-John Every woman, like myself, who has gone through this will relate to My Breast It made me laugh a lot which is great therapy for anyone!
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Former Washington Post journalist Wadler's witty, informative and candidly personal account of her experience with breast cancer. (Mar.)
As a journalist in her forties, Wadler discovered a breast lump that had not been found in any of the recommended mammograms or physical exams. This candid memoir records the dilemma posed by conflicting medical opinions concerning diagnosis and treatment and her subsequent surgery and therapy. Wadler's wry wit is revealed as she describes her physical and emotional reactions while looking unflinchingly at the responses of those close to her. Highly engaging in the print version (LJ 9/15/92), the story is enhanced by the author's skillful reading. Expert medical advice is provided in an afterword by Dr. Susan M. Love. This work is a successful vehicle for informing women of the threat posed by the breast cancer epidemic and is highly recommended for public libraries.-Linda Bredengerd, Hanley Lib., Univ. of Pittsburgh, Bradford, Pa.
A talented journalist's completely engrossing and unexpectedly humorous account of her victory over breast cancer. Wadler was about to take a leave of absence from her job as a senior writer at People in order to finish writing a book on a French espionage case when she discovered the lump in her breast that threatened her life and changed it forever. The lump was removed and found to be malignant, and, after further surgery to biopsy her lymph glands, Wadler underwent radiation therapy and, nearly a year later, chemotherapy. In now telling her story, she bares not just her breast but her heart and her soul. Wadler is single, 44, sees a shrink regularly, and longs for marriage, but she's not to be pigeonholed easily as another unhappy New York career woman. She is funny, bright, and self-aware. Her portraits here of her Jewish mother and her Italian lover could have been caricatures but are not, and her descriptions of her best friend, a warm and witty fellow-journalist who's there when she needs him, are a delight. Throughout, though, there's a sense of aloneness that makes Wadler's story especially poignant. Tough decisions must be made, and she does her best to make them intelligently, using her journalistic skills to find resources and to gather information. Her medical descriptions are a model of clarity and a treasure for other women facing treatment for breast cancer. An afterword by Susan Love (Dr. Susan Love's Breast Book, 1990) offers straight talk about our ignorance of the causes of breast cancer and about the urgent need for more research in prevention, detection, and treatment. When a version of Wadler's story appeared last April in New York magazine, readers had to waita week between installments; readers of this book are unlikely to put it down for a minute. A marvel of self-reporting: warm, wise, and witty.