I'm 32 years old, married, and have 2 young momma's boys. I've been waiting to include a little girl to our family who will maybe look like me. I found out I was pregnant last summer only to be devastated to find out by my first ultrasound there was no heartbeat. Two months later, after feeling a tiny pea size rock like lump, I learned I had IDC stage I I ER+PR-HER2- and would need a mastectomy and chemotherapy.
Being a nurse, I know all the medical jargon that goes with cancer. But now, it pertains to me. The oncologist said I would need to be on Tamoxifen for five years after finishing chemo. So, getting the chance to have another baby is very slim by 40. Of course, unless I can afford to freeze any eggs. Unfortunately that isn't possible. Did I mention I'm almost 33 with 2 boys? I'm not a wealthy person. So, here I sit, waiting to meet my breast surgeon and plastic surgeon in 2 weeks. It's the most agonizing wait. Everyday I feel like my cancer is growing and spreading. If only this wasn't me. Why me?
Gully, MN