I was 28 years old with breast cancer. None of my friends could relate. I wanted to push my boyfriend away. But I realized the importance of letting people be there. And I am forever grateful to the ones who stay.
When Breast Cancer Awareness month comes to an end and all the pink ribbon merch disappears from the shelves, many people like myself still wear the reality of the disease.
Every breast cancer journey is different. You get to define and redefine your strength every step of the way. Be kind to yourself and be your kind of strong.
My boys were 9 and 2 at the time of my diagnosis. Thinking about the battle ahead scared me, but the thought of my children seeing me sick scared me even more. In their eyes, I was supermom.
I don’t know what it was about 28, but I had high expectations that THIS was going to be the year my life changed—and it did, but not in the way I imagined.