“I’m here, a survivor, to watch my children grow up.”
“Twenty-three years ago, I was a 34-year-old mom sitting on a sofa watching my two- and four-year-old children race each other across the living room competing to be the first to reach my lap. When they reached where I was sitting, my two-year-old shoved her brother out of the way and jumped onto my lap. Instinctively, I put a hand up to protect myself and that’s when I felt a lump in my breast. It was about the size of an acorn and I knew immediately I had to get it checked out. I was fortunate to find a doctor who took me seriously in an era when breast cancer was still viewed as an older woman’s disease. My primary doctor sent me to a surgeon who told me he didn’t see any reason to believe it was cancer, and young women with flatter chests were prone to lumps. However, when he couldn’t get anything out using a needle, he scheduled a surgical biopsy. After surgery, he assured me that he hadn’t seen anything suspicious. I’d just got off the phone from letting all the relatives know I was OK when he called to tell me he had been wrong. I don’t think I really knew how serious breast cancer was until then, when he kept saying how sorry he was. Opting for a mastectomy instead of lumpectomy was one of the easiest decisions I’ve ever made. In my mind, I was choosing between a breast, aka vanity, and watching my children grow up. I’ve never regretted my decision. To this day, watching my children grow up continues to be my reason for living and what motivates me to advocate for breast cancer.”—Amelia Frahm
Courtesy Little Pink House of Hope
“Here I was preparing to tell my 12-year-old I have cancer and I’d already made plans to change the world.”
“I was 39 when I was diagnosed with an aggressive form of stage 3 breast cancer, HER2positive. Routinely, while doing my monthly self-breast exam, as I’d done on the first day of every month for over 20 years, I felt something huge—the size of a ping-pong ball. My treatment included six months of chemotherapy, two surgeries, 42 radiation treatments, and then an additional six months of chemotherapy. The day after receiving my diagnosis I went on my family’s pre-planned annual vacation to the southern Outer Banks of North Carolina. My husband and I were planning to tell my son the news of the diagnosis and I wanted to clear my head, so I went on a run. As I was running, I came upon a compound of 43 houses that were completely abandoned. As I started my run back to our beach house, I kept thinking that these houses were meant to be used for something. I could paint them pink and create a cancer retreat center where families could come to get away from the daily life of cancer. I had a feeling I was supposed to do something amazing with this idea, but I also thought, ‘You just found out you have cancer. What are you thinking?’ Here I was preparing to tell my 12-year-old I have cancer and I’d already made plans to change the world. This experience is what led me to develop the plan for Little Pink Houses of Hope, where we provide cancer sufferers a free, week-long vacation full of relaxation and fun experiences. Since 2010, Little Pink has served more than 550 families at one of 13 annual retreats they hold across eight states including North Carolina, South Carolina, Alabama, Maryland, Arizona, U.S. Virgin Islands, Florida, and California.” —Jeanine Patten Coble
“My oncologist snapped me back into survival mode.”
“I went for a routine yearly mammogram and the film was picture, textbook, perfect breast cancer—no doubt, no need for a second opinion. It was touch and go with my chemo treatments if I was to survive, or willing to continue with treatments. After four chemo infusions I was so ill I wanted to stop, but my oncologist talked me down and after I completed the sixth and final chemo appointment, I knew I was a survivor. The following seven weeks of radiation were a cakewalk in comparison! I advocate for yearly mammograms for a positive outcome like mine!” —Haralee Weintraub
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