A patient recalls her cancer experience and those who helped her get through it.You've heard them called “the good old days.” Maybe they were those idyllic, childhood moments spent playing in the afternoons; maybe they were Spring Break road trips when gasoline was less than a dollar (or two dollars) a gallon.
For Janelle Sweaney, the good old days weren't that long ago. Just three years ago, she was 23 and working, having fun and being carelessly happy. “I was out just enjoying life, not thinking of consequences and not having a care in the world,” she says. But those so-called good old days took a sudden turn.
