Two years ago today, life, as I knew it, changed forever.
“There’s ductal carcinoma in your left breast,” was first thing the doctor said.
The next words that came out of her mouth were: “It’s breast cancer.”
She said it, I know now, to eliminate any confusion, to clarify the meaning of that scary, clinical word “carcinoma,” to make sure that I didn’t have any doubt about the challenge that lay before me. But at the time the words felt harsh, cold, and hollow – like someone was doing their best to break my heart.
I was 30 years old.
And I just been diagnosed with a disease that nearly everyone told me I was too young to have.