Dear Ann Landers, hat is so terrible about slugging a woman if she darned well deserves it? This United States of America is the only country in the world where the practice is frowned upon. As a result, our women are the most spoiled and certainly the laziest in the world. As for the pain of a slap, it is nothing compared with the suffering a man must endure from the razor-sharp tongue of an enraged female. In the heat of battle, one sure way of ending the discussion is to give the offending party a sound crack across the mouth. This is why a policeman carries a gun and why we need an H bomb. We never want to use it, and hope we never need to, but it's a good thing to let the opposition know it's there-just in case. -Michael S.
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Dear Readers, , I had a breast removed, and I want to tell the world how lucky I am. I was terrified when during a routine examination the doctor said, “You have a lump here. We’d better do a biopsy and find out what it is.” Immediately, I thought of all the women I knew who had died of cancer. I was filled with panic and fear. When the biopsy revealed a malignancy, I was sure my life was over. I checked into the hospital that same day for the removal of a breast. The first thing I remember after coming out of the anesthetic was the doctor saying, “We caught it very early. You are going to be good as new.” Eight days later, I left the hospital wearing a prosthesis given to me by a group called Reach for Recovery-an organization for women who have had breasts removed. (I never knew the group existed.) These women meet regularly. Their purpose is to help new “members” lead a normal life. You can’t imagine the lift I got when the club representative called on me. Her visit gave me renewed strength and hope. I will return to work-exactly 19 days after the lump was discovered. I feel marvelous. At 48,1 look forward to a long and happy life. I con-sider myself a lucky woman. Lucky because I refused to let anything interfere with my annual physical checkup and therefore caught the malignancy very early. Lucky, too, because my doctors were observant and talented. Lucky that I have a wonderful husband who has let me know the disfiguring operation in no way diminishes his love for me. God is good. -S.L.D.
