There is a particular week in 2008 that brings a mix of good and bad memories: my husband and I celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary and closed on our first home, my son was turning three-years-old and starting preschool and, oh yeah, I was diagnosed with stage three triple negative breast cancer at the age of 29. I have memories of packing our belongings to move into our new home and just collapsing on the floor in tears. I remember my wonderful doctor spending 2 hours with me explaining my treatment plan. I remember each of my friends signing up to go with me for my chemo appointments and sitting there with me the entire time. It was, during this time in my life, that I saw how strong my family and friends are and how valuable they are to me. I put my faith in God and kept going!
I remember one appointment with my doctor when we were discussing my fertility during chemo. He said, "there is a chance you won't be able to have more children after chemo." I was devastated because I always wanted to give my son a sibling to grow up with. We continued with my treatment. 8 chemo treatments followed by 30 days of radiation, a bilateral mastectomy and reconstruction.
That was 5 years ago this month! Just last week I saw my doctor for the last of six-month check-ups. I can now go once a year. Triple negative breast cancer is the most aggressive type of breast cancer. I am so thankful to my family, friends, doctors, but most importantly to God for giving a second look at life. The best part of this story is that I DID give my son a sibling. In 2011, I had a healthy, happy baby boy! There is hope ! There is ALWAYS hope!
TAMPA, FL
