Published on September 13, 2014
Finding my lump was purely by accident. I was not performing a self-breast exam. I wasn’t looking for it, and wasn’t sure what I had found. Being told at the age of 31 that you have cancer can be a difficult pill to swallow. I will never forget the day that I was diagnosed: October 2, 2007. My mother wanted to drive to Louisville to hear the results, but I wouldn’t let her. In my heart I knew that the news wasn’t going to be good. I compromised and let her listen on speaker phone because, like any mother, I knew she would have questions. When the doctor delivered the news, I cried softly so my mother wouldn’t be able to hear through the phone. I gathered myself enough to let my mother know I would call her back.