My battle with breast cancer
By Latia Sutton
I will never be able to forget February 6, 2015. It was the day that I was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. I was 38 years old.
When I heard the doctor say ‘you have breast cancer’ it was as though I was having an out of body experience. I was so upset because I had found a lump two years prior to being diagnosed through a self-examination, but was told that it was nothing to worry about. I thought ‘This can’t be true!’
I sent out a group text to my friends, family, and coworkers saying ‘I have breast cancer and I don’t want to talk’. I thought about how this wasn’t fair. I thought about my son who was in college and how he needed me to be there for him.
Days later as I was sitting in the doctor’s office listening to all kinds of medical terminology, all I could think of was how I was going to tell my son that I may not be here for long. So when my doctor asked if I had any questions, my only one was ‘Am I going to die?’ The doctor told me that it was up to me. He was going to tell me everything I needed to do in order to beat this. It was in that moment that I decided I want to live.
I did eight rounds of chemotherapy. I started losing my hair after the second treatment. It was hard. There were days when I felt like I couldn’t get out of my bed. However, my support system was so great. I knew I had to keep going. I knew that I couldn’t focus on my bad days because I had so many blessed days in comparison.
One year later I had a double mastectomy. By the age of 39 I had survived breast cancer.
I am now 42 years old and I am still and will always be a breast cancer survivor.