This is dedicated to my cancer story.
I find solace in reading about other people’s cancer stories. I hope others find solace in my story.
I was first diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer on Friday April 13, 2012.
Fast forward 7.5 years, on the Friday of the Labour Day long weekend in September 2019 received a call from my oncologist. My family doctor had just sent him my file. The oncologist told me to go immediately to the closest emergency department. My heart began to race as my thoughts rushed ahead to worst case scenario outcomes.
Could it be the cancer coming back? The last time I saw my oncologist in 2012 I asked him how I would know that the cancer had come back, he said ‘you’ll get very sick, you won’t get better, and then you’ll come see me’. Could this be what he meant?