The first book on the subject of breast cancer survival from the point of view of a woman who has the support of seven sisters, If We Must Dance, Then I Will Lead combines memoir and science writing. A fresh voice tells a story of surviving a labyrinth of knives, needles, and radiation beams. Jane and her sisters were cut from the same cloth. The nuns told them, "Take it on the chin;" Mom said, "Offer it up for the poor souls in purgatory;" Daddy said, "Mind your mother." There they were, grounded in acquiescence, long-suffering, and obedient when the beast tapped her on the shoulder and asked, "Shall we dance?" If We Must Dance, Then I Will Lead is laced with humor to soften the starkness of medical terminology. Julie, the certified cranial prosthesis fitter, sets Jane up with a wig that gives her a hairstyle that looks like the ladies at Thursday night Bingo. Esther, the breast prosthesis fitter, insists that she's a D cup when she's been a 36B since high school and doesn't like the look of a rubber nipple showing through her sweater This memoir will encourage women to advocate for themselves in the scary world of oncology.