At 33 I was told that the lumps in my breast were probably nothing. So I did nothing, believing that I was "too young for breast cancer."
Shortly after my 34th birthday--and now with no health insurance--I discovered that Cancer didn't care how old I was.
On my twin kindergartners' birthdays, the diagnosis of Her2 positive Stage 3C breast cancer rocked my foundation and changed my world in an instant.
This is the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful of my cancer diagnosis and everything that has followed. This is my story: