It was via the YACC Facebook group that I learned about Retreat Yourself and the Survivor Conference. I took a leap of faith and applied to attend the retreat that took place in April 2016; it was life changing. I spent five intense days with other cancer survivors and—even more life-changing for me—other young moms with colon cancer.
It was such a blessing to really talk with people going though similar things: parenting while fighting cancer, the struggles, the fears, the joys. This experience was so amazing I knew I had to attend the Survivor Conference held from June 9-13, 2016 in St. John’s, NL. We fundraised and were sponsored to be able to attend. YACC had our back again.
My husband, Harrison, and I were part of a group of 75 young adults who attended the four-day event. It was fantastic! It was a whirlwind of activities, workshops, presentations, food, and fun.
There were so many great workshops to choose from, including some for the supporters who attended and are also affected b...
Early after my diagnosis, I decided to make my cancer journey a public one in hopes that sharing my experience with cancer could inspire others, help people get checked in hopes of early detection, and help other cancer survivors feel less alone. The feedback and support I got was incredible, however, I still often felt alone myself. I also felt terrified, frustrated, depressed, anxious, confused, and very angry.
I was always the youngest in the waiting room at the Cross Cancer or waiting in the chemo line (I had pill form, not IV), and none of my friends could relate to what I was going through. At our chemo info session, my husband and I were the youngest amidst a sea of grey hair and walkers. We were the only ones asking questions about things like fertility, and no one else was on a non-IV plan.
I started chemotherapy in the fall. The drugs gave me terrible hand and foot side effects and fatigue. Luckily, I had little nausea and no hair loss, but I had many delays in my treatment bec...
I am a mom of two beautiful girls (one-and-a-half and four-and-a-half). I am also a wife, a daughter, a friend, an aunt. I enjoy cooking, photography, painting and writing, dancing, good food, wine, good company, and laughter. Until recently, I was also the only person in my close group of friends who is a cancer survivor.
I am now 38-years-old and was diagnosed at 37, four months after my new baby came into the world.
I had symptoms. Nothing too crazy, but when I told my doctor at the time, it was brushed off. I was young and healthy; must be in my imagination. Things did not get better. When we moved back to Alberta from Montreal to be close to my family, my new doctor did listen; that was the beginning of my journey.
In spring 2015, I woke up one day and things were different. Not different because I wanted them to be, but a kind of different that began with a phone call. It went like this:
“The biopsy we took shows that yes, it is cancer.”