Taking you through my journey, I hit a point that was exceptionally tough after leaving the breast care clinic: deciding when and how to share my diagnosis. The conversation between my husband and me about when to tell our loved ones was filled with uncertainty and concern. He felt sharing early would gather essential support sooner, which we’d inevitably need through this difficult time. Meanwhile, I hesitated. The idea of inviting others into our whirlwind of confusion and anxiety felt overwhelming, I wasn’t ready to add any more stress to our already heavy emotional load. I was acutely aware that opening up about my diagnosis would unleash a flood of well-intentioned inquiries and offers to help, all of which meant well but seemed daunting because I didn't feel equipped to handle them yet. The truth was, I wasn't ready. I didn’t know how to do this. I didn’t know how to be this person. I didn’t even know who she was or what she needed. I had no answers. After countless lon...