On each “Why Not Wednesday” on Amy Oestreicher’s blog, we hear about someone else’s detour in life. The more inspiring stories we hear about people dealing with unexpected difficulties, the more empowered we are to deal with our own detours in life. This week, I shared my detour story. This post is part of the Why Not Wednesday feature for Amy Oestreicher’s#LoveMyDetour movement, celebrating the “beautiful detours” that unite us all. I am a blind wife, mother, social worker and I am a detourist. Two weeks before my 19th birthday, I discovered a lump in one of my breasts. Doctors were resistant to pursue extensive testing because of my young age. After battling with insurance companies and pleading with my doctor, I was finally given a mammogram. The test revealed I had intraductal carcinoma, a form of breast cancer.
For years I battled the disease with chemotherapy, radiation and various medications. I lost my hair more times that I could count. I would lose weight and then balloon up from the drugs being pumped into my system. My only consistent support was my then boyfriend, now husband, who stood by me during treatment.
Eventually, I kicked cancer’s ass! The process was long and arduous, leaving me with a compromised immune system and many scars, both emotionally and physically. Eventually, I got married and my husband and I wanted to start a family. My doctors explained that the possibility of me being able to carry a child to term was practically non-existent. I had been exposed to too many drugs and radiation during my cancer battle. After several miscarriages during my first ten years of marriage, I reached a point in my life where I had made peace with the fact I would never become a mother.
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