In February 2019, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was 36; I wasn't supposed to be worrying about that yet, and yet here we were. The next month was a whirlwind of biopsies, genetic testing, doctor after doctor, and every moment was terrifying. I had a great support system, insurance, a job with paid time off, a friend to shave my head, and a doctor that told me I was going to survive. I knew I could handle it and that I'd figure it out. Months of chemo, radiation, and surgeries followed that day, and I'm on the other side of it now - cancer free and thriving. But every step of the way, I couldn't but think - what if I didn't have a job where I could take off for so many appointments? What if I didn't have the money to cover what my insurance couldn't (and there was a lot it didn't cover)? What if I didn't have friends and family to drive me to appointments when I barely had the energy to get off the couch? I was lucky.
Please give what you can to help me help those people who don't have what I did.
