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.”