If I had even one, I would need to have a double mastectomy to reduce my risk of having the breast cancer come backWhen my results confirmed I was BRCA2 positive, I completely fell apart. I just cried and cried. I immediately thought about my sister and everything that she went through when she had breast cancer. I remember how she struggled—how
. All of the doctors I work with reached out to me and gave me their home numbers—a gesture I was so grateful for. My daughter, who’s my best friend, wouldn’t let people who were upset about the situation call me to protect me from the emotional weight of it all. She wouldn’t even show me that she was scared, and that helped me be strong too. I didn’t cry about my diagnosis after that, and I truly believe my faith in God is the reason I kept going.