In February 2018 I was a healthy 33-year-old, a devout sports mom of 2 wonderful boys, pursuing my career in government, having just landed a position I had waited literally years for. I served on local boards and executives in my free time, and my husband and I were in the middle of a complete renovation of our home. I was healthy and happy, going about my life just like anyone else. Then life stopped, just for a moment, when I was told I had breast cancer.
Convinced and advised I would just have my surgery and return to life as normal after a brief recovery, I looked at cancer as just a blip on the timeline of my life. The enormity of the situation escaped me and it was probably for the best.
Three weeks after I underwent a bilateral mastectomy and partial reconstruction, a 10-hour surgery I was scared to death of, the pathology results came back and again life stopped.