I found out I had breast cancer when I was 8 months pregnant. My pregnancy is what fed the tumor to grow fast. They induced me when I was 37 weeks. I started chemo bout a month later. Not a day goes by that I'm not scared of dieing. My son is 3 months old now and I stay strong for him. I'm 38 and he is my only child. Every time I get sad bout having breast cancer I look at his adorable smiling face and it cheers me up. I have 3 more treatments to go before I get my double mastectomy and reconstructive surgery. My reconstructive surgeon gave me the option to either have my boobs redone from my body fat or to have implants. He said if he were to take it from my body,it be like having my normal boobs. I said why would i want droopy looking 38 year old boobs, when you can give me perky younger boobs lol. Lot of people say that I have a good sense of humor during this dark time of my life. I say you have. If I were to allow this to get me down, then I might as well lay there and die. I will survive this and beat it. I will join all my sisters out there who have overcome breast cancer.

Teresita
Dover, NJ