What was suppose to be a joyful appointment slowly turned into one that no excepted mother would ever imagine to be. I was 27 years old and at my first prenatal appointment when I not only found out I was six weeks pregnant but also that I had a large mass in my breast. My OB/GYN sent me immediately over to radiology where they performed a sonogram and mammogram on my right breast. I remember seeing the look of concern on the radiologist face and just knew it wasn’t good. As I walked out my mother said to me to be positive but I knew it was cancer and told her not to worry that not only me but my baby would be okay.
After my doctor received the results that I did in fact have stage 3 breast cancer the next step was how to treat it while I was pregnant. My doctors had never dealt with this situation before. In fact some tried to push for abortion but that was not an option for me. How could I not give life to my child who saved mine?! Without becoming pregnant I would have not found it. So my doctors clearly understood that they needed to reach out to t he tumor boards to find a safe treatment plan which they did.
I endured nine rounds of chemo pregnant. It made me sick and I lost my hair but I always kept a smile. Knowing that my son (I have four daughters) was fine and I was alive was just what I needed. Every thing else was irrelevant. I then delivered my son, Worth King Cooks, at 32 weeks so that I could proceed with making sure mommy would be okay. While he stayed in the NICU for three weeks I had right breast mastectomy. I also completed 11 more rounds of chemo, 28 rounds of radiation, a hysterectomy, left breast mastectomy, and multiple reconstructive surgeries which are still in progress.
Today I thank god for my blessings. I try not to look at the bad that came with battling cancer but look at it more as a learning experience. After conquering my battle I’ve learned to appreciate the little stuff in life more, friendships, and life itself. I am a stronger woman who won’t be defeated and I couldn’t have done it without to my hero…my son…who saved my life and gave me the strength to fight everyday. He was the reason I fought like a girl and did it so 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.