Personal Narrative: My Life With Breast Cancer

All of my life it had been doctor appointment after doctor appointment. No one could tell me what was wrong, all they could tell me was that I was sick. Of course I knew I was sick, why else would I be here? This illness, or whatever it was, was going to kill me. It started affecting me when I was fifteen. Right after my first soccer game; we had won. I ran into my mother's arm and suddenly collapsed, I couldn’t breathe. They rushed me to the hospital but other than just simply saying that I was dehydrated they thought I was fine and sent me home. It was only later we found out dehydration was the least of my worries. At age 23 I was diagnosed with breast cancer. They had me weigh my options but ultimately a double mastectomy was my best chance at having all the cancer removed and me living a somewhat normal life afterwards. After the mastectomy my marriage pretty much failed, my husband cheated and left and my kids didn’t understand what happened to their what they thought perfect lives, and to be quite honest I didn’t either. But, I did know I had to pull it together and not only for myself but for my family. …show more content…
They did an MRI and now I had a brain tumor. After everything else that has happened, I lost it. This could not be happening again, and now I don’t even have my husband by my side. But of course somehow I knew I would pull through. They needed me and I needed them, now more than ever. Throughout some of the best medical treatment, the strength of my family, and the grace of God I managed to recover thankfully. I remarried to a wonderful pastor and relocated my family to the suburbs of California. Life threw some wicked curve balls at me but somehow I maintained them. I am a survivor in every sense of the word and I am proud to say it. My story could have ended a lot worse and I am thankful every day that it