BiographyMy husband: We were on our way to Argentina for six months. On Friday, the doctor told my husband, if it is testicular cancer, you won't come back from Argentina. He scheduled surgery for Monday. We spent the weekend trying to decide if we should try for a second child, because if it were cancer, we could not have anymore. It was not. We had our second son five years later.
My best friend and college roommate: Breast cancer recurred after three years. She died in her early-40s, leaving behind 3 young children. I sat with her the night before she died.
My colleague: Inoperable stomach cancer put him on a hunt for alternatives. He found an obscure treatment that was being used in people but had never been through clinical trials. Although it appeared to take care of the cancer, he died of liver failure from the 5-year growth of a 30-pound tumor.
Me: I was diagnosed with breast cancer, Stage IIB, triple positive, T2N1M0, on December 27, 2013. Since then, I've had chemotherapy and a single mastectomy. I am waiting for the start of a six-week course of radiation, since I had two positive lymph nodes discovered in surgery, and the remainder of a one-year course of Herceptin.