Not for wimps!

My mother was diagnosed at 42 with breast cancer. I was a kid at the time, only 11, and really had no idea what all her cancer diagnosis entailed.
Once I got older and her cancer returned, I learned a little more, but not much. (She kept so much from me, I believe, because she didn't want me to worry.) She did tell me about her experience with radiation and how tender her skin became. She told me about chemo and how tired it made her. She also told me about how they removed lymph nodes which left her underarm sore constantly. Regardless of what she told me....I was VERY unprepared for my own diagnosis.

I thought that I knew so much about breast cancer. I participated in various walks and runs for the cure, I donated money and time in my mother's memory to many breast cancer charities, and when October came around, you could always find me wearing all different shades of pink.

On November 5, 2015 I realized that I knew absolutely NOTHING about breast cancer. It is SO much more than walks and runs for the cure, (even though they are great!), different charities, pink ribbons, and fighting like a girl.
Breast cancer is about trying to process mountains of information in mere days. hoping beyond hope that you have made the right decision.
Breast cancer is about going into surgery fully intact and coming out missing one breast or even two.
Breast cancer is about receiving treatment that will burn her skin or take her hair....or sometimes both.
Breast cancer is about taking medicine for years on end, dealing with the side effects of those pills, all the while hoping they keep the beast at bay.
Breast cancer is a disease that tries to rob you of your femininity, while at the same time, you realize that your breasts are just a mere part of your femininity and not what makes you a beautiful woman.

I'm new here, but all of you have been so wonderful to me. I've come with thousands of questions, worries, and fears. Each time, you ladies have answered with grace, care, compassion, and hope. Thank you.
One thing is for sure. Cancer is NOT for wimps. You girls are strong, beautiful, amazing, and lovely. While I never wanted to join this club, it's an honor to be surrounded by such terrific girls!