How I Turned My Breast Cancer Into A Positive Way To Help Others

Call it clairvoyance or pure coincidence, but from the age of 15, I was confident I would face at least two extreme traumas in my life; my mother would die tragically and I, at some point, would be diagnosed with breast cancer. During my teen years, sometimes I would wake up in hysterics that my mom perished in a car crash, only until I realized it was a dream. In my early 30s, and two weeks after getting married, I did lose my mother in a car accident. She was ejected from her vehicle and pronounced dead on scene. Though I always felt this would happen, one can never prepare for such a traumatic incident. I had no control over the accident, her death, or my emotions from the loss. I was obviously in shock and exponentially sank into a severe depression. A decade later, and nearly two weeks before my 42nd birthday, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. My first thought was, "I knew this would happen," my second thought, "I cannot undergo chemo," (another forethought I had pondered often due to three decades of believing I would eventually be served this diagnosis). I again had no control over the situation, but I was at least able to approach the diagnosis rationally. I knew I had full control over all decisions related to my breast cancer treatment. To avoid chemotherapy and radiation, I quickly opted for a bilateral mastectomy. My surgeon mentioned that after surgery I would endure post-surgical drains for three weeks. The drains were quite cumbersome; four drains, three...
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