I was diagnosed with breast cancer at 27 years old. If you'd told me then, in the exam room where I first received my diagnosis, that I'd live long enough to get laugh lines around my eyes, or creases along my lips, I would've cried tears of relief.
Those families that have to stand by and watch a loved one be consumed by this horrible disease, or the side-effects of the treatments, are survivors. It's not just the person who gets breast cancer that's affected.
It's fitting that my first blog post, after much agonizing over how to introduce myself to you, comes at the beginning of Breast Cancer Month--or as I like to call it Breast Health Month (thank you for that brilliant rewording, Dr. Christiane Northrup!).