I want to tell you a little about my amazing son and how important it is to have support of the people we love when going through Cancer.
On August 14, 2009 I was 46 years old and underwent surgery to biopsy my right breast. This was just supposed to be routine. The doctors did not expect to find any cancer. After the biopsy you have your usually post op appointment. I was in the exam room waiting for the doctor to come in and it was a long wait (but at the time I did not know they had called my son to be at my side, and were waiting for him to arrive before giving me the news). When the doctor came into the room and I saw my son standing behind her at first I thought what the heck is he doing here.. But then they entered the room and a sick feeling started in my stomach. My son took the seat next to me and the doctor said we have bad news. I turned around, looked at my son and saw he was holding his hand out. I closed my hand around his as the doctor proceeded to tell me I have breast cancer. In that moment time stopped but I was able to get through it because there was a very special hand holding mine. I will never forget the inner strength in that hand.Today after 14 surgeries I am cancer free and enjoying life with my family and friends.
Parsippany, NJ
