My StoryI was 24yrs old when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. To say I was shell shocked was an understatement. To my knowledge it never ran in my family although admittedly my knowledge of my birth family is scant as I am adopted. I was given a file with details about them when I was 18... cancer wasn't on the 'hit list' of known family health complications.
I had no-one really at that time of my life I could confide in and talk to. My relationship with my adoptive parents was non-existent and at that time of my life I had built so many walls up in order to protect myself from any further hurt that it would of taken nothing shot of a nuclear bomb to penetrate. So... what could I do with this new found information from my GP that I had breast cancer?
Truth is - I did nothing. For the longest time I ignored the fact, just carried on living, doing my day-to-today thing .... in denial. Of course I suffered because of that. I ended up having to have a mastectomy and intensive chemotherapy. Physically I was a wreck.
What cancer did for me in a constructive sense though was something akin to a total rebirth. It made me look on the world with very different eyes - new eyes and with a thirst for life, knowledge and love like I had never experienced it before. I don't know if anyone will be able to relate to what I am about to say but I actually feel grateful for having it. It was the kick up the pants I needed to be able to sort my life out, once I had actually made the decision to live and to fight for myself and my future - I never looked back. I feel blessed to have the life I have now and for being given the chance to change my outlook. I feel pride when I look in the mirror.
I am glad I survived and I am happy to be alive.