Celebrating Four Years As A Survivor

It was March 12, 2008 when I got some very bad news. I had breast cancer.  My first thought was: That's it. I'm going to die.  But I didn't. It just took a long, three-year journey to get back to normal.

I believe I'm still around--four years later--because I had an outstanding team of doctors. I was told to take the most radical treatment possible, chemotherapy, double mastectomy, radiation, breast reconstruction. After getting a second opinion that confirmed I was taking the right path. I followed my doctors' orders without question.

Today I have scars, breast implants and minor neuropathy that reminds me of what I went through everyday. My post-cancer battle has presented me with new challenges, but I guess it could be worse.

I must keep reminding myself: I have a second chance. Work it.