You Will Need a Village…

by Madison

Pink sister, breasties, friendly with “foobs”… Whatever you call your cancer cohort know that this is the worst club with the best people. And you will need a village (unfortunately). Cancer or a genetic mutation putting you at high risk can throw a big wrench in things. I was 19 and picking out my wedding dress the week I was diagnosed with, Cowdens Syndrome. I did surveillance for about 6 months before deciding to take my 90% of breast cancer to 10% with an amputation of my chest wall. A double mastectomy. Fast-forward a year, I finally found a surgeon and was ready. I woke up with a figurative and literal weight off my chest. Remember earlier when I said it takes a village? If it’s not for treatment or surgery it’ll be for the nights when you can’t sleep and your bestie says, “taco bell?” (I speak from experience.). Just please find a village. If not someone in your life, then I’m happy to be a part of yours breastie. And remember… This too shall pass.