“Tell the story of the mountain you climbed. Your words could become a page in someone else’s survival guide.” — Morgan Harper Nichols
The first time I heard the words breast cancer, I was a little girl. I had no idea what that really meant or of the the impact that these two words would later have in my life.
No, it did not run in my family. No, I never drank, used drugs or smoked. No, I didn’t eat sugar. Yes, I took care of my body, yet it showed up anyway.
The beauty of breast cancer is that it gave me insight. I was doing too much for the wrong people.
I really think it’s important to have people by your side, it helps you to get through. You know you have people out there that are fighting with you.
Just because I had cancer, doesn’t mean cancer had me!
I understand why some folks do not want to have genetic testing. It is easier to walk within the unknown rather than to face a fear. However, think about the control and power you have with this information.
I’m here to tell you after two years of black, rigid, broken and weak nails, I think I’ve found the secret!
This fight would be different because I had God leading me
Jasmine Souers and Marissa Thomas are excited to launch the first online community dedicated to sharing stories of women of color affected by breast cancer.
SEVEN medical professionals told me to terminate my pregnancy. WE refused.
