I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer Stage 3C on Sept. 30, 2005. I was 26 years old.
After being told by many doctors that they were so sure this wasn't cancer, the bad news came like a slap across the face. I woke up from surgery not only to a cancer diagnosis but also to a hysterectomy.
I am a single mom to the most amazing little boy in the world, Tyson. He is my fire, my inspiration and the driving force behind my survival. I don't know what I would do without him. I wonder some days, how he will do without me.
I just learned on Oct. 5 that, just 7 months out of chemo, the deadly beast is back. It has already spread throughout my abdomen and pelvis I'm due to start chemo again next week.
I worry about how I will do this again and manage to raise a three-and-a-half-year-old little boy. I don't want his quality of life to suffer just because mine has to.
I told him the other day that Mommy is sick again. He put his hand on my cheek and told me "It's OK. I'll take care of you."
I will continue fighting this until there is no fight left in me. I have to, for my son.
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