The challenge my mother laid down: “Fight breast cancer for every woman who comes after you, who will suffer as you suffered. God willing, no woman will feel as though she has to face this disease alone.”
About a week ago, there was an article posted on “The MMQB with Peter King” (an NFL blog) written by a football player for the Carolina Panthers. This player, DeAngelo Williams, wrote about his mother’s experience living with breast cancer, which was passed down genetically via a mutated BRCA1 gene from his grandfather to his mother and all four of his aunts. After ten years battling the disease, she passed away late last month.
I’m not normally one to cry in response to reading or watching things on the internet, but this one hit me. Probably because my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer this past January (thankfully not BRCA-linked or estrogen receptive. Both really good things for her prognosis) and has been healing from her own double mastectomy the past few months. She is in remission now, so hopefully that’s the last we see of her cancer. I guess this story hit me so hard because it’s a reminder: a reminder of just how blessed my mother is to have caught her cancer early, and a reminder of the rampant havoc this disease can wreak on a body.
My mom’s case was particularly fortunate. She went for her routine annual mammogram, and the radiologist thought she saw a minor irregularity, a small cluster of calcification from dead cells, that was probably nothing to worry about. She chose to get a breast MRI, just to be on the safe side, and the image lit up like a Christmas tree, cancer cells swirling in constellation-like patterns throughout the tissue. Her diagnosis was ductal carcinoma in situ (DCIS), which makes up about 25% of all breast cancer diagnoses. It had not yet formed a tumor, so it was not picked up on the mammogram nearly to the extent that it was present in her body. It was highly aggressive and fast-growing, and if she had not found it so early on in its development, she would almost certainly be looking at a different prognosis now.
I wish DeAngelo Williams’ mother, and anyone else’s mother who has been diagnosed with breast cancer, could have had the same outcome that mine was blessed to have. Y’all, if you have a mom, tell her to go get a mammogram!
The full article can be found here: http://mmqb.si.com/2014/05/29/nfl-carolina-panthers-deangelo-williams-sandra-kay-hill-breast-cancer-awareness/