I found out I have Breast Cancer on March 2, 2011, after “tricking” my doctor into seeing me. He thought that since my test came back negative nine months earlier that I was fine, and did not need to be seen. After “tricking” him into seeing me and having more test done, he found I was stage 3/4 breast cancer.
I cried a lot and then I got mad. I would not let this beat me. I make fun of my cancer. I tell myself, “I always wanted a boob job and a tummy tuck, now I get both and I get to pick my size,” or that, “I’ve been trying to loose weight for years, thanks to chemo I lost 80 lbs.” When I had my “KILLER BOOBS” removed I had to have a wound vac; I named him Harvey Hoover. The extra piece of flesh left on my left side I named Picasso. Making fun of cancer is not for everyone. Some people think I don’t care that I have breast cancer. I do care! It SCARES me to death! This is how I cope.
My family and I will not let this beat me. I was in chemo the first time I participated in a renaissance fair. I was in so much pain, but I was having the time of my life. I was not going to let a little thing like mind numbing pain stop me from doing something I have always wanted to do. I will not let anything get in my way, not even breast cancer.
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.