In December 2020 I sat alone in a hospital clinic recovery room. After months of physical distance from friends, my mind reeled with the full-contact discomfort that is a stereotactic breast biopsy. I realized with complete clarity that my body which had blessed me with beauty and babies and the gift of breastfeeding could betray me. Yet profound gratitude swallowed the blind fear of uncertainty. (Note: biopsy came back normal.)