At 33 years old I never thought I would hear anyone telling me that I have invasive ductal carcinoma, better known as Breast Cancer. Going in for a routine check turned bad in a blink of an eye.
I’ll always remember the day, August 23 2011, the day Baltimore had it’s first earthquake. My doctor was telling me that I have 3 tumors in my breast. The hospital is shaking. I’m crying. My husband is in the bathroom. I felt faint. All I could do was cry and think about death, because I was not educated on the topic. I was stage T2, had 72 radiation treatments, a month and a half of chemotherapy. My body took a beating. I knew that I need to lose weight but going from 150 to 100 was a bit much. I had a mastectomy on my right breast. I was sick seem like forever. I was ashamed of what I was going through, and didn’t want pictures taken. I didn’t want to be seen.
I didn’t wanna live, but my faith, family and friends allowed me to get better, so now I’m a survivor! I know a lot more and I’m not afraid to tell my story. I thank God I don’t look like what I been through….