"You have breast cancer," my doctor announced, faceless behind her mask. Silence. In the middle of a COVID-19 pandemic. Her eyes locked on mine and beamed as much compassion and kindness as she could muster. "I'm so sorry," she said as we faced each other 6 feet apart in her office. That was it. The COVID-19 virtual hug: cold and sterile. Punishing, despite the best intents. As friends came to my home to visit, the weight of this emotional disconnect became increasingly difficult to bear. At a moment when I so desperately needed spontaneous physical connection and warmth — simple human love – there was none. Just sad faces at a safe distance. "I'm so sorry," they would all say. That was it. Distressed, my mind took me back to West Africa's...
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My Breast Cancer Diagnosis Came In The Pandemic. I Wanted More Than A 'Virtual Hug'