“Get this garbage out of me!”
After finding a lump, I was in shock for about 20 minutes. I had places to go, people to see, and things to do. The first thing I told my surgeon was to “get this garbage out of me.” I had three weeks before I was to see my son graduate from the Marine Corps and nothing was going to stop me. Ten days post-op, I was on the plane. It has been 3 1/2 years and I’m okay—more than okay—thanks to my terrific surgeon and awesome oncologist.
Between them and knowing I would become a great aunt gave me the determination that I would not let this take over my life. I look upon that time as a small, insignificant glitch in my life that does not define who I am. I am Kyle’s great aunt and I was also the proud mother of the bride at my daughter Kristin’s wedding last year. Her theme was the color pink, which I also wore. I am also Ashley and Michael’s mom. Doesn’t matter how bad it got, I am here and I WIN!!