Hi, I’m Danielle. I’m fighting ovarian cancer stage 3C at 29 years old. I had a full abdominal hysterectomy in December, de-bulking, and a colostomy bag fitted too, due to the cancer spreading to my bowels. I have been told it can’t be cured and it’s terminal, but I’m not giving up. Every day I fight on for my gorgeous little boys who are only 7 and 8 years old. Me and my two sons, Oliver and Charlie, did the race for life and raised over £500 for cancer research. Miracles really do happen, and no one can take away HOPE!!!! #myfightlikeagirlstory
Danielle
United Kingdom
Submitted 10/07/2014
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4 Responses
Danielle, my prayers go out to you and your boys. Keep FIGHTING LIKE A GIRL and don’t let anyone tell you CAN’T or WON’T. Because nothing is impossible as long as your try.
If there’s one thing a cancer patient learns early on, it’s how to fight – we are battlers! Willing you on, Danielle, every step of the way! Never give up!!! God bless you and your family, love and prayers. xx
I’ll pray for you! Miracles do happen. Please pray and believe with all your heart!
Danielle,
I was also diagnosed with Stage 3C epithelial ovarian cancer. That was in 2006 and I’m living proof that there is HOPE. I spent 5 years on chemo due to one recurrence after another. I even failed avastin after a full year. Also, I had a bilateral mastectomy because of the BRCA gene. I endured countless complications from the multiple surgeries and treatments. In 2011 I had a “salvage” course of IMRT pelvic radiation for a stubborn bugger of a tumor hanging out near my hip. I am now celebrating 4 years of blissful REMISSION! I practice wellness everyday. Do not smoke or drink. And thank G-D every day I get to see my little boy grow up. My Ben was 18 months old when I was diagnosed. Get your boxing gloves on because this is the fight of lifetime. I chose to dive into music when I was blue. Jazz, Blues and Reggae became my sisters when my so called friends couldn’t handle my constant illness. I’m learning not only to THINK about a future again I’m learning how this new body works and offering up hope to you. Ginny (must listen to Nina Simone, Matisyahu, Miles Davis… It soothes the mind)