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September 1, 2016
Hip Hip Hooray Chemo Ends Today!
In April of 2016, I was diagnosed with Stage 2 Invasive Ductal Carcinoma, at the age of 32. Today I hit my first milestone in this crazy cancer journey, I finished chemo! Woo Woo! Up next is surgery and radiation! Words can't express how lucky I am to have such an amazing support system...thank you all for the continued love and encouragement! Shout out to my fabulous oncology staff for demonstrating such amazing compassion through this whole process...it truly means the world!
Going through Chemo is no fun and very hard on the body. In the driveway ready to go to another Chemo session with my husband...I was so sick I wanted to die right there and then. When my friend Dawn drove up as we were ready to leave. During my toughest and lowest moments in my life my friend held me in her arms as tight as possible and she began to pray for me.
The comfort that I felt was beyond words and the realization of what a true friend is all about. Even now she's still there for me. I love you Miss Dawn Foster. Thank you for being a true friend and God bless you.
My name is Jason Gadsby, a husband, a father and a Disabled Veteran. Earlier this year, my beautiful wife, Niki, was diagnosed with Stage III Triple Negative breast cancer at the age of 30 years young. We have 2 beautiful boys for whom we both work, day in and day out, ensuring they will lead happy lives with both parents present.
Being a parent with a disability is hard enough, but it is especially trying when both parents are down. Niki is an exceptional fighter, a true mom and the love of my life. As of this writing, we have two more chemo treatments before we head to surgery. I say "we" because she will NEVER be alone in this.
Everyday is a struggle for us, from the lack of sleep with a 3 year old and a 1 year old, to having to remind each other to take our pills, but that's what we have each other for. We know we are not out of the woods yet, but we try to be as positive as possible in the face of uncertainty.
I write this mainly to share a little bit of us with you all, and in return I only ask that you pray for my lovely wife. The pic I provided is the day she had her power port placed for chemo and such. It was her first surgery, but I coached her through. (Up to 9 surgeries myself, so almost a pro). Thank you all and good luck in your journeys to survivorship!!!
My motto is,” Cancer is what I have, NOT who I am.” I have been fighting Breast Cancer and Lupus, an auto immune disease for over 11 years. The past 11 years have been filled with surgeries, over 150 rounds of Chemotherapy and Radiation. As it stands right now there is no cure, but the advances I have seen in the past 11 years are astounding and this gives me the hope and courage to fight everyday. There have been many challenges along the way and sometimes juggling everyday with Cancer can overwhelm you.
My daughter Mackenzie was just one when I was diagnosed and the most common question I get asked is how Mackenzie handles it all, my answer is always, “this is all she knows.” This stands out from all other questions because as a mom I feel guilty that my child has had to witness me enduring rounds and rounds of chemo, and radiation, hair loss, nausea, complete lethargy , and sometimes even extreme pain. As a mom you want to shelter your child and take the best care of them as possible. We all want them to grow up in glass houses with rainbows overhead and fairy dust sprinkled about. But that is not reality. If I have learned anything from having to figure out the balance between being a mom and a cancer patient is that my journey with this disease doesn't define me as a mom or a human being. Cancer is what I have not who I am. I don't bleed pink, although it would be a prettier color to see. Yes Mackenzie has had to see the reality of Cancer but she has also seen me grow as a human being and has witnessed a woman who will never give up the fight. Together as a family, my husband Dave, Mackenzie, and myself we Fabulously Fight everyday.
My name is Dawnmarie. I'm 48 years old a mother to 2 sons and a 3 time breast cancer survivor. My mother had breast cancer and so did her mother. I'm Braca 1 & 2 positive. I was 24 and my son was 15 months old when I was told I had cancer. I immediately had a mastectomy with reconstruction. I endured chemo and radiation. I was newly divorced and afraid of leaving my son alone. I did well. Fast forward 15 years. I now have 2 sons ages 12 and 15. I was told I was sick again. This time I was given 6 months. That was March 2007. Second mastectomy, chemo, radiation and 36 surgeries to date and I'm still here. I was stage 3B with mets, and ovarian cancer stage 1. My sons are my sole reason for being here. Never give up. Doctors can be wrong. And a mothers love can beat anything.
Hi, I am a Breast Cancer surviver. I had stage 2 in the left breast. I had a Lumpectomy, but then later I found out that I had the BRAC1 gene so my Breast Surgeon decided that I should have a Biliateral Mastectomy. I had 8 rounds of aggressive Chemo. Through all of this my husband Guillermo Trinidad would not leave my side from the moment I found the lump Till now. My husband was there sitting with me on the bathroom floor when I was sick from chemo. I was unable to wash or dress myself so my husband took on the role of my caregiver and didn't complained. When my husband had to shave my head because I lost so much hair from the Chemo I seen how hard that was for him. He was by my side at every surgery. When I lost my breast, he still showed me how much he loves me. He never made me feel less even when I hated the way I looked. My husband would surprise me with pretty cloths and sprays just to let me know that he loves me and to keep me from getting depressed. He took my role as a mom and dad for our boys. I would not be here if it wasn't for my husband being so amazing. It was hard for me, but it was also hard for my husband to see me so sick and helpless. My husband gave me the strength to keep fighting even when I felt like giving up. I love him so much and feel so grateful to have an awesome husband. I love you babe!!
I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2015. I had taken a biopsy a few days before leaving to go out of state for my Residency, because I was working toward my Doctorate Social Work degree. I found out that the biopsy tested positive during this time, but refused to go home. I have fought through 6 months of chemotherapy, 6 weeks of radiation, and bilateral mastectomy. I literally worked from my chemo chair, and I only took 2 weeks off work for my mastectomy. Did I mention that I'm still in the Doctor of Social Work program with a 4.0 grade point average. I'm also encouraging and supporting a daughter in college. She is a senior in college. I've had some challenging situations: I've done all this without my car (had to get a motor, now other things are wrong with it, but I haven't missed any appointments or work), radiation really damaged my skin and it has taken a long time to heal, and recently developed cellulitis). I am currently on arimidex and is constantly tired and it makes my body ache and makes it hard to walk, but yet I keep pressing on. Through it all, I remain thankful and I've kept the faith. I am very thankful for my support system. They have been great. My family has been with me every step of the way. My motto through my journey has been...... I refuse to let my diagnosis determine my destiny. Thank God for what HE has done and what HE is doing. I feel that it's working. THIS IS MY STORY….
I had initially had a thermogram done and was advised they had seen nothing out of the ordinary, that was only less than a year ago. I went to my PCP after feeling a very hard lump on the underside of my lt breast. She sent me for a mammogram 2 days later and was diagnosed on July 25th of this year, at the age of 41, with Stage 2 invasive ductal carcinoma with HER2 still pending. I had to have a lumpectomy to remove a piece of the tumor because they couldn't get a reading from the biopsy sample. I've been told that I will have to do chemo (which I'm also using holistic therapy in conjunction with), followed by surgery then radiation. Thankfully it hasn't spread any further than to just a single lymph node in my armpit. I am just beginning this journey and at times it's very overwhelming.
My late grandmother was a BC survivor and so won't I. I have a wonderfully caring husband and 2 boys (18 & 4) to strive to live the best, healthiest life I can possibly live, so that I can be there to see my grandchildren someday and overindulge them silly. I am so very confident that I will kick this in the butt, and strongly encourage every woman out there to remain diligent in breast exams, whether that be self exams, thermograms or mammograms. I CAN"T STRESS IT ENOUGH!!
Just six months after my last surgery for breast cancer I completed a half marathon. I have been there...sick in bed, exhausted, in pain. But on the other end of this I can say, you can have a life again. If me sharing my story inspires someone to maybe try and sit up today, or know there is a light at the end of the tunnel; then it's worth it.
Running doesn't come easy to me, never has. But I knew if I could accomplish something I couldn't do before my diagnosis, then I could learn to trust my body again. I tried the normal training ways and it was hard. I felt my feet were made of lead and I was breathing through a straw. Devastating. A friend, who has run many marathons herself, told me to stop trying to train for distance. Train for time. Run for 20-30 min and walk when I needed to walk. This made life much easier for me. But still the long runs were difficult. I could NOT breathe. My husband told me athletes wear breathe right strips. I tried it. They are magical.
But the bone pain was debilitating from Arimidex. It was crippling. I tried Claritin and it helped! I still had some painful runs, but was able to push through them. The last obstacle was my fear. What if I fall? What if I can't finish? But I remembered feeling that way before chemo and the day of I was ready to face it. Day of the race, I was fully joy. It wasn't easy and the last three miles were a doozie! I won't lie. My husband met me at the finish line and we crossed holding hands, me crying my eyes out. All of that pain from the past year, I let go on that run.
This is YOUR life. And you only get one shot at it. Go out and live it. Run, walk, crawl… whatever. Do it! Laugh. Love. Take chances. DREAM BIG. You deserve your very best life and it’s right here waiting on you.
I was diagnosed with Triple Negative breast cancer, stage 3. I found out on my birthday when I turned 54. I thank God still, because his word says that all things work together for good, I am getting ready for surgery after 4 cycles of chemo. I have an amazing oncologist and breast surgeon. I want to say to all women and me, don't give up, keep the faith. God is a Healer.