When I was 18 I lost my grandmother to metastatic breast cancer. She fought for 9 years. I still remember my mom crumbling to the ground and sobbing uncontrollably. On February 2nd of this year I lost my beautiful mother to metastatic breast cancer . She fought for 3 years. I was holding her hand and telling her how much she was loved as she passed. When I was 32 I tested positive for the BRCA2 gene. So, on April 14th of this year I had my breasts removed. I am adjusting to the reconstruction and the loss. Staying positive is a big thing right now. It's a blessing to know that my family will not have to go through the pain of loosing me . I have the gift of saying this disease goes no farther than me. So I say, get tested!!!! Do everything you can possibly do to fight this terrible disease. Don't ever give up.
AnonymousRantoul, IL