Twenty-three years ago, I was diagnosed with thyroid cancer. It was quite possibly the most terrifying thing I’d ever experienced. My babies were 3 and 1/2 years, 6 years, 6 years, and 8 years old. I was terrified that I was going to leave them motherless. At the same time, the doctor discovered what he called “diseased tissue” in both breasts. To this day, I still don’t know what “diseased tissue” is or if the two conditions were related. I just knew that something was terribly wrong with my body. My primary care physician, who delivered the news over the phone, was unprofessional and unsupportive. She abruptly quit as my…