I was 33 years old, and just newly married. My husband told me one day that I had a lump in my breast. The doctor told me it was a period-related cyst. End of story? No!
Two years later, I was pregnant with my son, and I was diagnosed with breast cancer. After his birth, I saw a doctor. With a one month old baby (thank heavens for god-parents), I was in the hospital for a radical mastectomy.
After two years of chemo, radiation and finally, a hysterectomy; the doctors were done. I was not given any timelines, except to say the cancer would probably reappear.
Did I tell you my son is now 32 years old? I had my surgery in 1980 and the Lord blessed me with life. Be positive, and go get ’em!
Jan
Idaho
Submitted 6-10-2012
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This story is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.
