I have been a single mom for thirty years. The dad would show up in the picture from time to time. My younger year’s started out as a struggle anyway. When I was 37 my mother passed away from Ovarian Cancer, she was only 60. It was only then that I started to take my health seriously. I started to have all the check ups and tests I knew I should have been having all along.
When I was 39 I found out I was pregnant with my 3rd child. Seven months into my pregnancy I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I did the radiation, the chemo, everything.
After my baby was born, and a year and a half later, I was in remission, clean and clear from breast cancer.
Sweep forward 13 years, and I am now diagnosed with stage three ovarian cancer. The surgeries and treatment’s I needed were not available near where I lived in a small town so I packed up my youngest two daughter’s and moved to Phoenix, AZ. I have been doing radiation and chemo for 6 month’s now.
I feel like a warrior. I beat breast cancer, and I intend to beat ovarian cancer as well.
The informational content of this article 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.
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.