I am 33 years old. I am cofounder of an education technology startup. I am a new mother to a beautiful baby girl. I exercise religiously. I eat healthfully. I floss my teeth. I do not smoke. I rarely drink. I am kind. And I got breast cancer. I do not carry the gene, nor is there a family history. This just happened, a mere four months after having my baby. At a time in my life when I thought I could never be happier, when I believed my life couldn’t possibly be better, I discovered a lump in my left breast and it was cancer.
It has been three months since my diagnosis and two months since my bilateral mastectomy. Now I have just thirty more days until I am finished with chemo and my life can begin to go back to “normal.” My life has drastically changed in such a short amount of time. To say it’s been a lot to process is an understatement. It’s fucking overwhelming.
I could continue to worry about all the things I cannot control and be depressed about the unfortunate fact that I had cancer, or I could choose to make each day a good day. I alone have the power to determine where I invest my emotional energy and how.