My story starts the same as many – youngish, 30-something girl living a single life, partying, late night eating, bad habits, and believing I’m invincible. Well… in april of 2009, cancer came a knockin’ on my door.
Actually, it started a little earlier, August of 2008, when I was in a little fender bender and glad to be alive but noticed a lump in my left breast. Hmm, well, if I am going to the doctor for the accident, might as well let him check out the breast (mind you, I never liked doctors and hardly ever went – not even to the gyno). But the bum of an MD, if I can even use that term, told me “aah.. it’s nothing, no worries, you have lumpy breasts”. Ok, well, that was the last time I listened to someone else other than myself for my inner voice was clearly telling me something was wrong. Bad colds, viruses , bronchitis, all led up to that voice that told me to go get a mammo.
So, April 17th, 2009, the Big “C” day. “Yes, Nicole, you have cancer. Oh and by the way, it’s stage 3. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? My world stopped. Everything froze. Did I mention I am a dancer/choreographer? Well, that stopped too. I had to leave my students, dancing, everything, and get busy on the job at hand – getting healthy. I reached out to many doctors but found a gem and, once I started treatment, I realized “wait, hold on, I can do this”. CHEMO, RADS, MASTECOMY, TAMOXIFEN, all of it, done, did it, and if I can do it, anyone reading this can do it.
Well, it’s 2011 and I was just rediagnosed with some more lymph node involvement in the back of my abdomen. So, yes, more chemo, this time in pill form so a Little easier and, yes, more tolerable. But I am still dancing and still kickin’ ass. In fact, I believe that my dancing, studio support (Reflections in Dance), and family support all aided in my recovery. I told my mom, that day in April 2009, “no one is going to take my breast and there is no way I can get through chemo”.
But here I am – gone through all that and more. I FIGHT LIKE A GIRL AND SOMETIMES EVEN LIKE A BOY. I WILL FIGHT AS HARD AS I CAN – NO MATTER WHAT. In the words of Rocky “Its not about how hard you hit, it’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much can you take and keep moving forward, that’s how WINNING IS DONE!!!”
I AM A SURVIVOR.
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.