I’m a widow with three grown children and 15 grandchildren. I’m a breast cancer survivor and community advocate. My story is very ironic.
I was 34 years old and seven-and-a-half months pregnant when I felt a lump in my breast. It was the week before my baby shower. At first I thought, “My body is changing so much because of my pregnancy, it’s probably nothing,” but I figured I would just mention it to my doctor at my next prenatal appointment.
Michelle was 38 years old when she went for a mammogram after her sister, Barbara, was diagnosed with breast cancer. Michelle soon learned that she had cancer and the two sisters fought their battle together, side by side, through surgery and chemotherapy.