BENEFITING: Gildas Club-Metro Detroit
I was diagnosed four years ago at age 51 with Stage 1 invasive ductal breast cancer. There is no family history, so I was just as surprised as anybody. It’s not that I never thought I could get it; it just never occurred to me that I might. My treatment consisted of a lumpectomy, re-excision, participation in several clinical trials, and the usual course of radiation. I am reminded every day how lucky I am that the cancer was caught so early. My doctor said my diagnosis would probably be a wake-up call for me. At the time, I thought he meant that I would be driven to exercise more, eat better, and make more healthy choices in my life. And while that is certainly true, I came to realize there was a lot more I could be doing. I may not live every day to the fullest (hey, I can binge-watch The Walking Dead and my other favorite shows on TV, just like everybody else), but I know I can do a new activity or volunteer to help somebody any time. I feel more alive than I ever did before my diagnosis and truly treasure my family and friends I’ve made along the way.