After traveling for a few years, I started noticing a trend among some travelers. Travelers would tell me they just went through a breakup, and finally decided to take the plunge into travel nursing. That was me back in the spring of 2018. I ended a toxic relationship that was holding me back from realizing my full potential. I had lived on the east coast my entire life, and my desire to travel and see more of the country was growing bigger and bigger. The person I was in a relationship with did not support my dreams and did not want me to leave. I knew in my heart there was more for me out there, so I ended the relationship and began my journey as a travel nurse.
I was 29, living the glorious night shift life as a staff nurse in a cardiac observation unit in Orange County, California. It was a day off and I woke up at 2am from a "nap." Bored from social media, I had a great idea to feel my boobs.
Having tiny breasts, I immediately felt a quarter-sized, immovable lump on my left chest. Right on top of the heart. "I'll get it checked in the morning," I thought.
It's been seven years since I was diagnosed and treated for a sarcoma on my left breast. I had a mastectomy, radiation therapy, and the most brutal chemotherapy. That should be about it, right? In this day and age, everyone is well AWARE that breast cancer exists. Everyone has some connection to someone whose mom had it, a neighbor's auntie's friend, an old classmate's cousin twice removed. With all the pink splashed about every October by these foundations and organizations hoping to "spread awareness," everybody should be aware by now. But what, really, do you know?
I’d like to share with you what happens after a person survives.