"The Real Ones Tried to Kill Me"
Updated: Aug 22, 2019
3 years ago all I could think about were boobs. I had a almost 6 month old baby girl, I was at a conference in Las Vegas with 3 or 4000 other women and I had to pump milk out of my boobs every chance I got. I would pass this "sculpture" to and from my hotel room as I ran back and forth and it caught my eye every time. Finally I just had to stop and get my photo with it because the irony was too much.
Little did I know that in just a few days after this trip I would find out I had "Invasive Ductal Carcinoma" otherwise known as Breast Cancer and Boobs would be the center of my universe for the next 2 years. 3 years since I heard those 3 words no one wants to hear. "You have Cancer" I knew it was coming when I answered the phone August 4th because the Radiologist had been honest with me at my biopsy June 28th and told me to have "Hope" She said, "I want you to have Hope, there is a lot we can do for you." I said, "Of course I have Hope, I have 3 kids, I'm not going anywhere" I knew I was in for a fight, I knew this mass that I had thought was just a fluid filled cyst was indeed a giant mass of cancer. 11.5cm mass to be exact. The next year was a whirlwind of surgeries, chemo and a blur of raising 3 kids. I learned that "Hope Moves Mountains"