The doctor didn't believe that the cancer had come back.

"For that to be so," he explained to Sara Jones, "it would have to have eaten through the bone."

Somehow, it did.

For the third time, Sara Jones had cancer. For the third time Sara Jones, 40 years old, has cancer. Metastatic cancer, and metastatic -- the cancer has spread to other parts of the body -- is one of those words --malignant, chemotherapy, tumor -- that it hurts to say. Especially when you think you've beaten cancer not once, but twice. Remember, you weren't supposed to even have it in the first place. That's what the doctor said not once, but twice.

The first time when you felt the pea-sized bump under your left breast, you didn't worry. You believed him.

After all, you were 28 years old, a firefighter, a gym rat training to compete as a body builder.

"I was in the best shape of my life," says Jones, today a volunteer assistant coach to Old Dominion head coach Karen Barefoot.

The doc says it could be fibroadenoma. Cool. No worries. You go about your business. Even the second time when you go back to the doc when you feel a bigger bump under your armpit you're told it could be just a side effect of birth control and you shrug, "OK." You return to your life -- you keep working out, keep fighting fires, living life at your pace until a few months later, that bump is now the size of an egg.

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