In 2014-2015, my life was traveling on the up and up. I had a career in education, I got engaged to an amazing man, and we bought our dream home. And then, my life took a complete nose-dive.
Just as we began the process of touring potential wedding venues, on July 2, 2015, I heard the words that changed my life forever: “You have a lump in your breast.” I was diagnosed with Stage 2 breast cancer. Oxygen mask, please!
I underwent a year’s worth of grueling treatments: a double mastectomy, six rounds of chemotherapy (the kind you lose ALL of your hair, among many other debilitating side effects), thirty-five rounds of radiation, breast reconstruction, and the removal of my ovaries. To help other women, I wrote a blog sharing my story, resources, and tips.
Two days after my third infusion of chemotherapy, tragedy once again knocked on my door. My dad, who was also battling cancer, passed away from mesothelioma, a rare cancer caused by asbestos.