When you hear the word cancer, you begin to contemplate the finality of life and ask yourself a hundred questions: Will I survive? If treatment is no longer an option, how do I want to spend my remaining time? What if I am no longer able to make my own decisions? How do I choose someone to speak on my behalf?
I’m thankful my cancer journey has not reached a point when those last questions mattered, but when I was just beginning...
After my double mastectomy in 2002, I vividly remember running on the beach and hearing some teenagers making fun of my child-like figure....