My story begins on March 29, 2000 when I am nearly 36 years old. I had made an appointment to see my ob/gyn with a complaint regarding soreness in my left breast.
On November 14, 2005, I noticed my left breast was a bit red and warm to the touch.
Things were good. Busy, but good. I had a new career, a new daughter who just turned two and we were in the process of buying a house and hoping to have another baby.
I found a pea-sized lump in 2005 at the age of 32. I went to my PC doctor who told me it was a fibroid cyst. The very next month it started to grow, and I went back to the same doctor who again told me I had nothing to worry about, it was a cyst. Four months later it had grown to the size of a golf ball, so I went to my OB/GYN for a second opinion.
On September 28, 2001, my wife, Donna, was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 35. The way I look at Donna and life has not been the same since that day.
I never thought about getting cancer. I was 31 years old. I had a 3-year-old daughter and 16-month-old girl/boy twins. I was a busy, stay-at-home mother of three. I had always been very health conscious, eating well, exercising, wearing sunscreen and getting regular skin checks.