While lying on the table receiving my radiation treatment, I thought back to how my father had cancer when he was 47–and passed away. I knew that I was going to live–what really consumed my thoughts was that I was fighting for custody of my son.
I didn’t let my ex or his lawyer know that I had cancer, as I am sure they would have used it as a weapon against me. I went back and forth to the courtroom, talked to the lawyers, the waited by the phone– but I never let on that I had cancer.
By the end of the summer, I had finished the radiation treatments.
I also won the custody battle: my son came back to live with me.
I’ve just passed the magic number–five years after having breast cancer, I am still cancer-free.
Please remember to get your mammogram!