Sep 4, 2018 · 6 min read

Breast Cancer. Will I Raise My Child?
My four year old is pretending again. “She’s my mommy.” she says, referring to our friend enjoying an end of the day swim with us. “You’re the shark!!” My little chatty butterfly points to me. I smile and feel the stab. I love her pretend world. How can her little innocent play feel real? With the cancer diagnosis, the mastectomy, being told my genes have a high return for a whole variety of cancers, early and deadly — I’ve had to fight my…


