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Every day, 70 Canadians will hear the words “you have breast cancer.” While these Canadians are living longer, healthier lives after a breast cancer diagnosis, but there is still so much work to be done.
By participating in this year’s Canadian Cancer Society CIBC Run for the Cure, I’m joining a collective that is a force-for-life in the face of breast cancer. I’m running in of the incredible people in my life, and I need your help!
A few days after her 50th birthday, my grandmother, Sharon, was diagnosed with Stage 3 Breast cancer. I still remember my mom telling me, it was some of the most devastating news I have ever recieved. My grandmother was immediately put into chemotherapy, where within one week of her starting treatment, her cancer progressed to Stage 4. She never stopped fighting. Through the sickness, hospitalizations and loss of her hair my grandmother was always optimistic. My grandmother underwent three rounds of chemotherapy along with three rounds of radiation. Throughout this process, she was hosptialized multiple times due to infections in her bowels. She was quarantined for many months. She spent Christmas in the hospital, with all of her grandchildren, children, sisters and neices. She also underwent a single mascetomy on her right breast. The surgery did not go well, and she had a long road to recovery with the wounds not healing, and the surgery not being closed properly. After this surgery, we thought she was on the road to recovery, until they found a spot on her lung. The cancer had spread to her lymph nodes, and was attacking her vulnerable lungs. She underwent a lobectomy, and when she awoke, she had an allergic reaction that was so bad, that her heart began to stop. A code blue was called, and she was revived. She spent the next few days in the ICU recovering. Despite all of the health scares, she has remained opitimistic. The nights in palliative care were turned into sleepovers with movies and gossiping about boys or men until 3 a.m. Her favorite part was getting new pairs of Pjamas, and convincing the nurses to give her extra Jell-o for her sleepovers with me. Her wigs were always fabulous, and she got some great new bras to adapt her new insert for where her breast used to be.
I am running for the strong, unwaivering woman who is my grandmother, who has never left cancer knock her down, but used it as a way to show how badass she was.
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