I was diagnosed with breast cancer this summer. I am only 30 years old and I am angry! I started chemo 7 weeks ago one pill once a week thought I could do it all by myself… I was wrong! between work, being in college and my children there’s no time to take care of myself and as the weeks went on I got sicker. the first person I told was my boyfriend week 4 I think that was only because he’s coming to see me I was losing weight and he would have noticed something! Then I told my sisters… who have been strong amazing and supportive. finally during week 6 when I could could no longer hide the dizziness and fatigue the vomiting and the pain I told my parents. Seeing my dad try to stay strong as he hugged me and then going to sit in his desk chair across the room and turn around so I didn’t see him cry hurt me more than anything in this world. today in week 7 day 2 I feel horrid I think I’ve had a fever for at least a week and a half I’m exhausted starving and my head hurts so bad… I’m not sure that I have the strength to fight thisthat’s something we won’t know until it’s over but I do know that the only thing keeping me going is my family, my boyfriend and the five little monsters that we have between us! I just want them all to know how much I love them!