This Mother’s Day marks a milestone for me and my baby—my first (and so far only) child just turned one year old, and I have continued exclusively breastfeeding him for one whole year, in spite of the two fibromas in my right breast.
For this I have to thank my own mother, the most optimistic breast cancer survivor I’ve ever known, for showing me how to face the disease that can fright many women.
I still remember that day when my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, the following surgery, the chemotherapy, and all those sleepless nights. I especially remember what she told me about losing one breast, “it doesn’t interfere with my rule as a woman nor a mother.”
Thanks to her example, I know exactly what to do when my doctor found a suspected cancer in my right breast: Keep calm and breastfeed on.
It turned out to be a fibroma instead of cancer. I have to say that I was relieved. But, still, I know I can still be a great woman and a great mother (maybe not exactly like my mother but close) should that really happen!
|Mommy and me, 2008. |
On her left chest is a chemo port scar.