Breast Cancer Survivor
November 23, 2009 was a day that changed my life forever. It was the day that I was diagnosed with Stage 2 Breast Cancer. I found the lumps in my right breast a couple of weeks prior to my first ever mammogram, and got scared. I went to see a gynecologist in Houston, TX who then referred me to an imaging center that took all of the images that were necessary to make my diagnosis. I knew that what I'd been doing over the last several years since my 40th birthday was wrong by not getting mammograms done, but I just never thought that I would ever be someone to develop breast cancer. I always thought that it would never happen to me. Boy was I wrong. What was sad was that my diagnosis came at a bad time. I had just been reunited with my son about 2 years before, and we were starting to finally get the chance to be a part of each other's lives. I gave up my son when he was three years old to a family that my parents attended church with, and there he lived the rest of his life until after graduating from college. He joined Myspace, started dating a girl named Nikita from Houston while online, and then at age 20 he moved to Houston to be with her (she is now my daughter-in-law). The day that I received my cancer diagnosis, I called my son to inform him and explained to him that he didn't have to worry. It's just too bad that I wasn't thinking that way at the time. Three days later was Thanksgiving, and I didn't hear from him at all, so I left a really mean sounding text message on his phone not thinking that he might be feeling a little bit afraid that he was going to lose me for good. It took several months before he forgave me for the message I left, and to apologize himself for not being more understanding. We have since regained the trust that we built up prior, and have been talking ever since. I believe that my cancer diagnosis has just made our relationship stronger, and since then I am now a little over 2 years clear of breast cancer.