I’ll never forget the day I received the call. I couldn't concentrate, I couldn't work – I could only anxiously await the confirmation I had breast cancer. It was a month before my 35th birthday. I had been a wreck waiting the four days for my results.
My family was amazing and the support they showed me was incredible. My dad was my hero and sat by my bed often during chemo treatments. My son was my drive in getting through all of it. My sisters, nieces and nephews came to treatments. My mom helped me in more ways than one could count. Family and friends came out of the wood work with encouragement and offers of support.
A support system is the most important part of going through cancer. My family were the true heroes in all of this, not me. My cancer treatment was extremely hard on my body and without the support of my family and friends I don't know if I would have made it through. Breast Cancer didn't run in my family. My cancer was spontaneous. I didn't know anyone with Breast Cancer and it had never been on my radar.
I’d like to pass on that cancer doesn't end for someone when it is "technically" gone. We live with it every day of our lives. Love, support and happiness goes a long way in getting a person into remission. It's been four years, I tell people that some good things came out of cancer, but it was the hardest thing I have ever gone through. I am a lucky one. I am a survivor.