Cancer is quiet; it sneaks up in the night.
"In hindsight, there were signs. My breasts tingled. In May, the right nipple was inverted. No lumps, no pain. I just figured I was getting old. In July, I was sitting with my husband and daughter watching a movie when a sharp pain in my right breast screamed at me: “Hey!” I reached to rub it and felt a lump the size of a halved peach. I stood up, made an excuse to go back home to get something. I sped home and darted into the powder room. Sitting on the toilet, I slowly ran my fingers around the lump and wept."
“No one can explain how I got the cancer. I am young, and initially the doctors thought it was probably genetic. Sure, there were things that may have helped it thrive. My work environment [in manufacturing] was toxic. I’d smoked occasionally since I was seven, drank occasionally since I was thirteen. I ate sugar, milk, meat, and, heaven forbid, BBQ. But I’d also done things that were supposed to offer me protection. I ate onions, mushrooms, Brussels sprouts, tubs of colorful salad with rice vinegar. I tried keeping my weight in check (with little success)."
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