I was excited to be pregnant with our second child. But I had a lump the size of a dime in my left breast. I went to a surgeon who took a sample of the lump. He called me into his office and told me it was cancer. He asked me what I wanted to do. Did I want to terminate my pregnancy to save my breast, or lose the breast and save the pregnancy. There was no decision. I would keep my baby and loose my breast. The surgery would be the next Tuesday. It was November 19, 1991. When I was in my room recovering my doctor had called and said to me they had gotten all of the cancer, the lump was the size of an egg, and I would not need chemo. I was happy. I went home to recover and take care of our 3 year old son. About a week later I received a call again from my surgeon. He stated they found micro invasion of my lymph nodes and he wanted me to speak to an oncologist. So we met with the oncologist who assured me the baby would be fine. I went through the chemo. I remember being so tired. I didn't lose all my hair which surprised me. I delivered a healthy 6 pound baby boy on April 22, 1992. My son Kevin is now 19 and has a tattoo on his leg commemorating what we went through. I love you Kevin. Thank you for saving my life!