At 30 years old, I was diagnosed with stage 3 Triple Negative breast cancer.
As if that wasn’t rare enough, I was also 37 weeks pregnant with my first child. 2 days after being diagnosed, I delivered my daughter and began planning for the next year ahead full of treatments, surgeries and constant appointments.
My amazing husband was by my side during every single event, and my daughter was a champion even though she was only a few weeks old. I endured 5 months of intensive chemotherapy, followed by a mastectomy and finally 8 weeks of radiation.
It was a whirlwind year. Handling breast cancer and being a new mother showed me just how strong I really am, and it’s made me so thankful to be where I am today.
I know it can be hard to see the end while going through treatment, but there will always be hope as long as you keep fighting. Whether you are a survivor or just beginning your cancer journey, you can do this.
Be brave, rock your bald beautiful head, and kick that cancer’s ass.