When I looked in the mirror this morning, a very pregnant 34-year-old woman with long blonde hair looked back at me. A pregnant me is someone I wasn’t sure I would ever see. In October 2008, I was diagnosed with stage 1, grade 3 breast cancer. I was 29 years old. I underwent a lumpectomy followed by six rounds of chemotherapy, a month of radiation, and three years on the drug tamoxifen. The end of treatment was a very difficult time for me. A future that was once so exciting now seemed so scary. Cancer got me once; would it come back again?
Eventually I decided I could not let fear take centre stage. Last year, my husband and I decided we wanted to try to have a baby. Fertility testing revealed my egg reserve was severely depleted. Doctors told me it would be very unlikely for me to conceive. Despite the odds, on Christmas Eve we found out I was pregnant. In the coming days, I will return to the hospital where I spent so many hours in treatment for breast cancer. But this time, I will leave with a baby girl.
My husband and I have participated in the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation CIBC Run for the Cure for the last four years. This year we hope to walk with our daughter.