When I heard the words “you have triple-negative breast cancer,” I thought to myself…this sounds triple bad. My head was swirling with thoughts of me leaving my children behind before I had a chance to see them grow up. All the things I wanted to do with my life, all of the places I wanted to go. I wasn’t ready to die yet.

Once I understood my course of treatment (and no, I wasn’t going to die), I decided I could either curl up in a dark room for the next year and cry my eyes out, or I could somehow embrace what was happening to me. And yes…make the best of it. Thank goodness for the Triple Negative Breast Cancer Foundation.

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