C is for Cancer
I found something… that’s what I told my husband. Of course I had already found the lump weeks before that. I kept quiet because I didn’t want to ruin our anniversary and I couldn’t see worrying him if it was nothing to worry about. But when it went past a mammogram, to an ultrasound, and then a needle biopsy, I wanted, no needed, someone to lean on.
The doctors would call me just hours before I was going to go out of town for the weekend and tell me the results were “worrisome.” I scheduled an out patient surgery and my journey with breast cancer at just 36 began.
I battled through chemo and radiation. Lost my hair and wore mostly funky bandannas. I slept, a LOT. The fatigue was intense. Worked through almost all of it. And discovered some friends that really stepped up to help me.
It was almost a year from discovery to the end of treatments. But now I can say I am a 16 year survivor. Grateful for every year I get!
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