In late December of 2016, my family and I were told the news that my mom had Ductal Carcinoma, Stage 1A Breast Cancer. Her diagnosis was not easy to accept, and it came out of left field.
What we thought was a benign cyst turned out to be our worst nightmare.
The doctors told us that they found the cancer early, which we were so fortunate about, but that she would need a lumpectomy and 6 weeks of radiation. I thought to myself, how can this be possible? My mom, my best friend, my sidekick, how can she be sick? I couldn’t enjoy the holidays, I felt numb and extremely depressed. I was graduating with my Associate’s Degree from Westchester Community College, and it was supposed to be an exciting time, yet I felt broken inside. All that kept running through my head was the horrid word, “cancer.”
I spent every day up until the time of her surgery (and even after her surgery) worrying and wondering if she would be OK. I worried at the hospital during her surgery, and I worried through the many weeks of her radiation treatment. I still worry about her, but I find comfort in knowing that she is in remission.
My mom is truly the kindest and most loving person. She always takes the best care of me and my family. She is there to make us smile, and she is there when she we need a shoulder to cry on. I pray that she will continue to be cancer free, I love her too much to live this life without her.
Also, I want to thank the amazing Radiology Team at Hudson Valley Hospital and the surgery center at Northern Westchester Hospital for taking excellent care of my mom!
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