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My daughter dedicated this video in honor of me and all who have endured the wrath of cancer.
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In April 1992 at the age of 49, my mom was diagnosed with aggressive Adenocarcinoma after undergoing a simple lumpectomy. She struggled with the chemo but nothing helped and she continued to decline. In July, they decided to try a new chemo which put her in a coma for 2 weeks. We lost her in August. At that time, we were informed to make sure to get regular check ups and mammograms. Through the years I was diagnosed with fibro-cysts disease. So each year I went through the dreaded pap smear, mammogram, and ultrasound. Interestingly enough, insurance would not pay to have both on the same day, so it ended up out-of-pocket. As the years went by, periodically I had to have numerous lumpectomies. Each time wondering what would be the result and thankful - nothing. In January 2013, I turned 49 and it really hit home and what I realized was I still had so much life to live and yet my mom's time ended with so many things left undone. I had my yearly mammogram which resulted in another precautionary lumpectomy. When I went back for my follow up, expecting the same news of a negative result, but this time was different. I went in and heard cancer. It was devastating news to hear. Immediately my mind went back to hearing that same diagnosis for my mom. What is it about the age of 49 in this family? The first lumpectomy led to a second and finally bilateral mastectomy. You try your best to plan ahead and prepare but the toll that all of the surgery and chemo takes on your body is unbelievable. Then joint pain and a medicine that adds to that pain that you have to take for 10 years. So, all of this started in February and I am still in this fight. I have 2 more surgeries to go but the fight goes on. It goes on for me and for everyone else that is fighting and will fight in the future. We have to find a cure... Support you local Cancer Society.....
I'm Kelli. I was diagnosed with invasive ductal carcinoma in 2009 at the age of 26. No family history and I genuinely thought I was too young for brats cancer. I was mistaken. Fast forward through 3 surgeries including a bilateral mastectomy and 6 months of grueling chemo including a 2 month dance with the red devil, and I was declared NED (no evidence of disease) at the end of the year. In September of 2013 I felt an increasing loss of sensation in my arm. An ultrasound revealed a mass around the sentinel lymph node biopsy site. A biopsy confirmed the cancer was back. PET scans showed involvement in my internal mammary node but no distant metastasies. Still, good news all things considered. My wonderful boyfriend at the time, Zac, stayed with me through surgery to remove the 4 cm tumor in my axilla and held me up as I began chemo. We married on October 18th (not the original plan, but we were so in love so why wait?) I have 5 weeks left of chemo left then begin 6 weeks of radiation and need to consider having my ovaries removed. One more lost season fighting thus dreadful disease but I have so much to live for. I want my young stepdaughter to see my determination to get well. Next Autumn (that's also her name) we'll have a beautiful ceremony and I'll get to wear a fabulous wedding dress (light pink, of course.) I'll dance with my husband..with my father, and my old friend NED. That's what I'm fighting for. Our first year together will have so so much to celebrate.
my story started in febuary this year i found a suspicious lump under my right arm which then lead me to the doctors surgery she didnt seem too worried but referred me to the breast clinic for further tests mamagram and ultrasound and biopsies with the results in 2 weeks time in march i heard the words no one wants to hear i had breast cancer i had my op in april followed by 6 rounds of chemo and now a years worth of the heceptin drug followed by tamoxifen for 5 years i remember saying to the consultant i have a loving family and 3 young boys to fight for i am a fighter this will not beat me i will survive you just get on with it i am now a stronger person than before of course i have my bad days who dosen't but im very positive.
My story is about my mom. She was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer just weeks before my brothers wedding. She and dad decided not to tell anyone until after the big day. When I found out I was floored. Really? My mom sick? This can't be happening. She's too strong to be sick like this. Little did I know exactly how strong she was. After her diagnoses she was scheduled for a consult with her onocologist. He told her she needed to get her affairs in order because she only had 6 months to live. She looked him right in the eyes and asked "did God come to you and tell you I will die in 6 months? Who the hell are you to tell me how long I will live?!?" The dr thought it was just too much for her to take in, I mean who wouldn't be devastated at this news? My dad assured the dr that she was in her right mind and knew exactly what she was saying and feeling. After rounds with chemo and even a procedure where coils were wrapped around her tumors (the majority of her cancer had metastasized to her liver and was inoperable) she suffered myopathy and neuropathy but never gave up. The 6 months turned into a year then Two and three and right after her fourth year after diagnosis she passed. I don't know how I would ever react to news like my mom received but I sure hope I have the strength and fight she had. Even now she is my strength when life gets tough and I only can think what my mom did and what she would do and I pray for the strength she possessed.
My mother and her three sisters always went for their mammograms together. My mother had breast cancer first, age 53. She joked when they all went the next year that her mammogram should be half price, since she had one removed. That year her youngest sister was diagnosed. Then 10 years later mom had to have the second breast removed.
The year after my mother's second surgery, I started having my mammograms, you guessed it, I too had cancer, at 46, I choose to have a double mastectomy, not wanting to worry about it like mom had for 10 years. Mine was found early, SO, I feel very lucky.
Mom died at the age of 83 from radical breast cancer cells in her colon. This is another test I will start having now, Since this is "A Family Thing".
I'm a married mother of 2 ~~ages 32 & 26. I have been happily married for 33.5 years to a wonderful man, I'm 52 at the time. In February 2012 in a routine mammogram they found something suspicious~~took several biopsies & turned out to be stage 2 breast cancer. As far as I knew, no one in my family had ever had breast cancer. So off I go to several appts to surgeons to set up surgery dates & in my head I am thinking lumptectomy. Surgeon comes in & in no uncertain terms tells me dead on, "YOU NEED TO HAVE A MASTECTOMY" ! Excuse me !!!!!!! I was floored, to say the least. He leaves, I cry, my husband sits there & tries to console me, we try to talk about this before the doctor comes back in, I compose myself & then I say well what the heck, at least I'll get new boobs out of all this. So I decided to do both breasts, even tho the cancer was only in my left side~~need to make them even, right? So on March 12, 2012 was my double mastectomy & my plastic surgeon was there & put in the expanders at the same time. Time for healing with the drains & tubing (my husband called me his borg).......I actually loved it !!!!!!! He helped me a great deal with the tubes, bandages, etc. as he's a nurse & took a week off to help me out. Six months of fills to expand my skin for the implants. September 10, 2012 I had my implant surgery (#2), January 30, 2013 was my scar revision surgery (#3) & May 31, 2013 was my nipple reconstruction surgery (#4). I was lucky because I DID NOT need chemo or radiation !!!!! I am very thankful for that! I was lucky to have the most awesome surgeons....... and I still have a great support in my family & friends now & forever ! Thanks to them !!!!!
Since 1997 I have survived three different diagnosis' of Stage I Breast Cancers. After the third diagnosis I was selected to attend a Casting for Recovery Weekend Retreat! At this retreat I learned a new skill, fly-fishing! The weekend was swimming with women, some volunteers (avid fly-fishing participants as trainers) and many Breast Cancer Survivors, all at various stages in their fight against Cancer. It was an inspiring time, that I could meet other woman, some who had later staged diseases and witness the grace in which they lived with their disease. This past summer, I was told that my Breast Cancer has now metastasized to my lungs and I have Stage IV Breast Cancer. The memories of my Casting for Recovery Weekend has continued to demonstrate that Life is so much more than a number that is put on our life expectancy. Life is "being" in the moment. Since, learning to fly fish, I have taken ZUMBA Instructor Training, became a Massage Therapist and certified in Reiki. Life is for learning, and I will continue to do that despite, Stage IV!
I am a 12 year breast cancer survivor. I was diagnosed in July 2011 and had a lumpectomy in Aug 2011. I had 33 radiation treatments. Thank God I didn't need chemo. My diagnosis came at a very bad time in life, not that there is a good time for such a diagnosis, At the time, my husband, was being treated for kidney failure and was on dialysis 3 times a week. He was also dealing with the newness of being blind. I didn't have time to be sick, I needed to be strong for him. I had my surgery as an outpatient and the next day was able to drive again. I had to do all the driving, take my husband to dialysis 3 days a week and to the many, many doctor's appointments he had weekly. During all this, I also babysat my 4 year old granddaughter every day from 6 in the morning til 6 at night. She attended preschool 3 days a week. I would get up at 5:30 every morning, take my husband to dialysis for 6 a.m. on his scheduled days, and then go to my son's house. Dialysis was four hours, but he was never ready to leave the clinic for 5-5 1/2 hours, which gave me time to get my granddaughter to pre-school, go for my radiation treatment, be back in time to pick up my granddaughter then my husband. We would have lunch and then off to whatever doctor's appointment we had for that day. I never was concerned for myself. My fear was if something happened to me, what would happen to them. I had to be strong and strong I was.
I am 34 years old and just diagnosed with invasive DCIS on Sept 26, 2013. What a shock that was since I didn't have any family history. BRCA is negative however I will be undergoing bilateral nipple sparing mastectomy with reconstruction on Wednesday. My decision was based on wanting the lowest risk for reoccurrence of the breast cancer. Thankfully that is what I decided since my MRI showed something questionable in the opposite breast. Further treatment is unknown at this time since I have to wait for final pathology results. I am thankful for my partner Dana who has been by my side everyday!! My family and coworkers have been fantastic, even setting up fundraisers to help with the costs. My 9 year old son has also been very supportive and understanding.