My first experience with breast cancer occurred the summer that I turned 14. I went to live with my Aunt who was just 37 years old and diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. She had 5 young children under the age of 12 including a new baby only a few months old. She had found a lump when she was pregnant and her doctor told her that it was milk duct… it was not. By the time they figured it out that it was breast cancer, it was too late.
I stayed with the family that summer watching the children and watching my Aunt’s body ravaged by the disease. I remember the big scar across her chest and the radiation that burned her body. She was so brave and beautiful and despite all of her suffering, never lost her humor or kind spirit. One day, she asked her husband while she was topless with only one breast and a huge slant of a scar where the other had been, “ Do you ever get the feeling that I am winking at you?” She only survived to the next summer. (more…)