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.. MySpace Comments Graphics ..I AM 42. I HAVE 1 WONDERFUL SON, KYLE IS 15. I HAD A VERY TROUBLED DAUGHTER NAMED AMBER WLLIAMS THAT PASSED AWAY ON FEBRUARY 22, 2009. SHE WAS ONLY 24. I LIVE LIFE ONE DAY AT A TIME. I HAVE 2 BEST FRIENDS, CHARLA WHO LIVES IN KRUM, TEXAS AND MISSY WHO LIVES IN SOCCORO, NM. I HAVE BEAT CANCER TWICE IN MY LIFE…….THIS IS MY STORY:IT ALL BEGAN IN 1997, I WENT TO THE DOCTOR BECAUSE I WAS HAVING BREAST PAIN. BEING ONLY 28 YEARS OLD, MY DOCTOR SAID THAT I WAS PROBABLY HAVING SOME KIND OF HORMONE PROBLEM. SO HE BEGAN TO RUN BLOOD WORK. A WEEK LATER, THE TESTS WERE IN AND THERE WERE NO PROBLEMS WITH MY HORMONES. SO HE DECIDED TO GIVE ME ANTIBIOTICS JUST IN CASE I HAD AN INFECTION. OVER THE NEXT SEVERAL YEARS, MY HEALTH BEGAN TO GO DOWN HILL. I NEVER FELT GOOD, I WAS ALWAYS TIRED AND I HAD CONSTANT BLACK BAGS UNDER MY EYES AND I WAS ALWAYS SICK.I CAN’T TELL YOU HOW MANY TIMES I WENT TO THE DOCTOR BECAUSE I DID NOT FEEL GOOD. AND IT WAS ALWAYS THE SAY OLD STORY…HE COULD NOT FIND A THING WRONG WITH ME. AT THE AGE OF 30, I WAS NOW BEGINNING TO HAVE A WHITE, MILKY LIQUID THAT WOULD COME OUT OF MY NIPPLE. I IMMEDIATELY MADE A DOCTORS APPOINMENT. HE RAN MORE BLOOD TEST, LOOKING FOR ANYTHING THAT COULD CAUSE THIS. WE WENT OVER MEDICAL HISTORY EVERYTIME THAT I WOULD GO IN. I ALWAYS CAUTIONED HIM THAT MY AUNT ON MY FATHERS SIDE HAD BREAST CANCER. BUT YET TIME AFTER TIME HE ASSURED ME THAT I WAS “TOO YOUNG†TO EVEN THINK ABOUT HAVING BREAST CANCER.THE FOLLOWING YEAR, I WAS FEELING MORE RUN DOWN THAN EVER. MY BREAST WAS A CONSTANT BOTHER TO ME. I HAD SHARP PAINS AND THE MILKY SUBSTANCE WAS STILL COMING OUT OF MY NIPPLE. IN DECEMBER OF 1999, I FINALLY CALLED MY DOCTORS NURSE AND PRACTILY BEGGED HER TO SET ME UP FOR A MAMMOGRAM. I ALSO URGED HER NOT TO TELL THE DOCTOR WHAT WE WERE DOING BECAUSE HE WOULD JUST DISCARD MY FEELINGS ABOUT BREAST CANCER AS HE HAD DONE TIME AND TIME AGAIN. SHE SAID OKAY AND WOULD CALL ME LATER FOR THE APPOINMENT TIME. LATER THAT NIGHT, MY PHONE RANG AT HOME, IT WAS MY DOCTOR. HE WAS TELLING ME AGAIN THAT I DID NOT NEED THIS MAMMOGRAM, THAT I WAS TOO YOUNG TO HAVE BREAST CANCER. BUT HE STATED, “SINCE YOU ARE BEING SO PERSISTANT, I WILL GRANT THIS REQUEST.AFTER I HAD MY MAMMOGRAM DONE, I WAS WAITING TO BE RELEASED. I WAS ALREADY DRESSED AND READY TO GO. THE NURSE CAME BACK IN AND ASK ME TO GET UNDRESSED AGAIN BECAUSE THE RADIOLAGIST WANTED TO DO A SONOGRAM ON MY BREAST. I THOUGHT OK, MAYBE THIS IS JUST PROCEEDURE. SO I WENT AND HAD THE SONOGRAM DONE. I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS DAY AS LONG AS I LIVE……THE RADIOLAGIST REQUESTED A CONSULT WITH ME. I WAS THINKING, THIS CANNOT BE GOOD. HE SAID, “MS. LINDER, I DO NOT WANT TO SCARE YOU, BUT IT IS MY OPINION THAT YOU SEEK A SURGEON IMMEDIALTELY“……MY WORLD CAME TO A COMPLETE STOP. IT WAS AS IF HE WAS SPEAKING TO ME IN SLOW MOTION. I LOST IT…..I WAS HYSTERICAL RIGHT THERE, IN HIS OFFICE. MY DOCTOR HAD BEEN TELLING FOR YEARS NOT TO WORRY ABOUT CANCER, THAT I WAS TOO YOUNG FOR CANCER, WOMAN MY AGE DON’T GET BREAST CANCER….WELL HE WAS WRONG!I FOUND A SURGEON THAT EVENING! MY APPOINTMENT WAS IN A WEEK. HE WAS GOING TO DO A BIOPSY. THE PIECE OF SHIT INSURANCE CARRIER THAT I HAD REQUESTED THAT ALL LABS HAD TO BE SENT OUT TO ONE OF THEIR APPROVED FACILITIES. IN OTHER WORDS, IT WAS GOING TO TAKE 10 DAYS TO GET MY RESULTS BACK. THAT WAS THE LONGEST 2 WEEKS OF MY LIFE. HERE IT WAS JANUARY 10TH 2000, ( MY SONS BIRTHDAY ) I WAS AT WORK WHEN THE DOCTOR CALLED. HE HAD JUST CONFIRMED MY WORST NIGHTMARE….AGAIN, I WAS HYSTERICAL. MY BOSS CALLED MY FIANCEE (MY HUSBAND NOW) AND TOLD HIM TO GET HERE QUICK. BEFORE I COULD PULL MYSELF TOGETHER, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE WAS STANDING BEFORE ME. WE SET UP A CONSULT WITH THE SURGEON TO GO OVER MY OPTIONS. I WAS INSISTING THAT HE REMOVE MY BREAST. I KNEW THAT “IT†HAD BEEN THERE FOR YEARS BY NOW. HE SUGGESTED A LUMPECTOMY…I INSISTED A MESTECTOMY!!! IT TOOK A WHILE FOR HIM TO SEE IT MY WAY. I FOUND A PLACTIC SURGEON THAT WOULD BE THERE TO PERFORM MY RECONSTRUTIVE SURGERY. I WAS IN SURGERY FOR 15 HOURS. ONCE THEY STARTED THE SURGERY, MY SURGEON REMOVED THE NEAREST LYMPHNODE. IT ALSO TESTED POSITIVE FOR BREAST CANCER. THE PLAN THEN WAS TO REMOVE ALL THE LYMPHNODES AROUND MY BREAST, UNDER MY ARM AND AS FAR DOWN INTO MY ARM AS THEY COULD GO. THEY REMOVED 15 OR SO LYMPHNODES, 8 OF THEM WERE CANCEROUS. SO HAD I LISTENED TO THE SURGEON AND JUST HAD THE LUMPECTOMY, I WOULD HAVE HAD TO HAVE ANOTHER SURGERY TO REMOVE MY BREAST ANYWAYS.2 MONTHS LATER, THE FUN BEGAN. I WAS TO RECEIVE 8 ROUNDS OF ADRIAMICYN ALSO KNOW AS A/C. THEN I WAS TO RECEIVE 8 ROUNDS OF TAXOTERE. THEN WHEN I WAS 6 MONTHS INTO MY CHEMO, I WAS TO RECEIVE 24 ROUNDS OF HEPRIN ( NOT SURE IF THAT’S THE NAME OR NOT???) THE FIRST 2 ROUNDS WERE GIVIN ONCE EVERY 3 WEEKS. THE LAST TREATMENT WAS GIVIN ONCE A WEEK. I WAS VERY ILL FROM ALL THIS. AFTER ALL THAT WAS DONE, I GOT TO GO FOR 31 DAYS OF RADIATION. WOW….WHAT A JOURNEY! IT TOOK ME A YEAR AND A HALF TO FEEL HUMAN AGAIN.TWO YEARS TO THE DATE, I WAS HAVING A LOT OF PAIN IN MY LOWER ABDOMAN. MY ONCOLIGIST SUGGUSTED THAT I GO SEE MY OB/GYN IMMEDIATELY SO I DID. HE FOUND THAT I HAD A RATHER LARGE CYST. ALL OF MY BLOOD WORK WAS FINE AT THIS TIME. HE MONITORED THIS CYST ON A MONTHLY BASIS. FOR 4 MONTHS, I WOULD GO HAVE A SONOGRAM. AFTER MY 5TH SONOGRAM, HE NOTICED THAT THE CYST WAS SEPTATED. A SEPTATED CYST MEANS THAT THE CELLS IN THE CYST A DIVIDING AND MUTIPLYING….NOT A GOOD SIGN AT ALL. HE PLACED ME IN THE HANDS OF A OB/GYN ONCOLIGIST. HE SAID LETS TAKE OUT THE WHOLE PACKAGE! SO ONCE AGAIN, I AM GOING FOR SURGURY. NOT KNOWING, BUT THINKING, I HAVE CANCER AGAIN. THE SURGERY WAS VERY SUCCESSFUL, ALL I NEEDED WAS TO HAVE MY OVARIES REMOVED. THE CELLS WERE JUST PRECANEROUS.I HAVE LIVED IN FEAR FOR 7 YEARS. FEAR THAT IT MIGHT COME BACK. FEAR THAT I MIGHT NOT BE AS LUCKY NEXT TIME. THIS IS WHY I STARTED MY SPACE. I FEEL BLESSED TO KNOW ALL THESE WOMANS WHO HAVE SURVIVED CANCER AND ALL THE WOMAN WHO ARE STILL FIGHTING THE FIGHT OF THEIR LIFE. YOU ALL GIVE ME SO MUCH INSPIRATION. I AM BLESSED TO BE A PART OF YOUR LIVES.