I was 31 years old when I was told I would not live long enough to see my then 3 year-old-daughter grow up. The day after my cancer was confirmed I learned I was pregnant.
I was getting ready for bed on June 2, 2001, and discovered a small marble size lump.
When I was diagnosed in March of 2000, I had Stage 1 invasive ductal carcinoma of the left breast.
Flying through the air with tears trickling down my face as I parasailed in Mexico.
I’m invisible. Cancer can’t happen to me. Well, that’s what I thought anyway.
Around September 16th,1995 I was doing a routine check when I felt a small lump in my right breast.
A couple of months after we got married, I noticed what appeared to be a mosquito bite on my skin close to my right breast.