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Dear Ann Landers,
am writing about your column on breast can-cer in which you stated, "One out of eight women will get breast cancer." I believe these statistics are often used to distort opinions when pulled out of context. While some women may need to be frightened into get-ting regular checkups and mammograms, there are a great many others who don't appreciate the anxiety caused by incomplete data. Would you please print the following from the Women's Health Let-ter? It presents a more realistic picture. Thank you. -Longtime Reader in Keller, Texas

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Dear Readers,
, when I was a youngster, my mother died. I was an only child and the family had quite a lot of money. My dad managed to lose everything by the time I graduated from high school. He is dead now. A few weeks ago, at a family party, they got to talking about my mother and what beautiful jewelry she had. One of my cousins asked what happened to the jewelry. My great-uncle replied, “They buried her in it.” When we got home I mentioned to my wife that we could sure use some money and I would like to have my mother’s grave dug up and sell the jewelry. She looked at me like I was crazy. Would this be such a terrible thing to do? After all, I am entitled to whatever worldly goods my parents had. My wife says the thought of it makes her skin crawl. May I have your opinion? -Practical Man

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