Bret Miller paints a blue streak through the pink world of breast cancer
BY BEN PALOSAARI
Special to The Star
For years, Bret Miller was told not to worry about the hard nugget the size of a lima bean underneath his right nipple.
He first mentioned it to a doctor in 2003 during a physical to play football at Shawnee Mission East when he was 17. “They were like, ‘You’re 17. It’s puberty,’” he recalled in the living room of his parents’ Prairie Village home. “‘It seems like a calcium buildup. You’re in puberty. It will dissipate. They come and go.’
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