When I was 26, I went to the doctor to have a lump in my right breast checked out. I was told it was nothing to worry about and that it was likely just a cyst. A year later, on September 8, 2020, I went in to have the “cyst” drained, and was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer at the age of 27. It was devastating, especially knowing that I could have maybe been at a different stage or had a different outcome if I had sought a second opinion or been taken seriously the first time I went in to get checked. Since then I’ve been on my first line of treatment (hormone blockade, CDK 4/6 inhibitor, and Xgeva), and have spent much of my free time trying to advocate for better access to early detection for young women, as breast cancer can happen at ANY age. I know that this cancer will kill me one day, but that’s not today so I do my best to also live life to the fullest while I still feel well enough to do so.
A trip to Banff