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I was diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer at 37. I went to Memorial Sloan-Kettering in New York City for a second opinion and it was confirmed at that time that a mastectomy was needed. On my last visit to see my surgeon at Sloan before heading back home to Skaneateles, New York, where I would begin my chemotherapy, she told me, “The next nine months are about you. Make sure you take advantage of your family and friends to help you manage your home and your children and focus on yourself. Everything will be waiting for you once you get through four months of chemotherapy, reconstruction surgery, and six weeks of radiation.” That was the best advice I could have received. I knew that I would get through everything, but her words made it all happen.
Julia W.
The feeling of losing control was devastating. I was discussing the whole spin with a surgeon, and he said, you can't control what gets put on your plate, but think about how you swallow it, what can you control? I could not control that my hair was going to fall out, nor that I may or may not survive, and I could not control that I may or may not be sick. I thought about those types of things and took control. Before my hair fell out, I had a party and had my girlfriends shave my head. Cancer lost control. When I was having chemo treatments, I envisioned the drugs going through my body like Pac-Man, gobbling up each cancer cell that they encountered. I thought OK, take that, and chuckled, feeling stupid but exhilarated. I thought about surviving, what my husband and I were presently doing, and we both made changes. I feel in control, I celebrate the blessings of my life, and new breasts at 50 aren't all bad.
Cheryl M.
I was blessed to fall into the hands of an amazing breast surgeon. The most important thing she said to me on the phone when I got my diagnosis was "This is not a death sentence."
Michelle
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