If my own cancer journey can do any good at all, I hope it does. I don’t think everything happens for a reason. I never really did, because I never understood how someone losing a child could have purpose. Perhaps peripherally if you’re really reaching, but not directly. I don’t see it.
With that being said, I almost immediately felt as if I had a duty to share my journey. As someone who isn’t shy, isn’t private and isn’t quiet, it felt like those qualities, paired with this disease COULD do something. I work with a lot of young women. I have a pretty broad community outreach. People needed to know that everything we believed about breast cancer (you’re too young, it’s genetic) were false.
I received this message this morning. It both broke my heart and made me feel useful all at the same time. Maybe I got cancer, so that I could be an advocate for prevention. Maybe that’s part of my job right now. And if I can reach even one person (honestly I’ve had a handful of messages from women who found lumps since I began this process), then maybe there is a reason this disease chose me.