Sitting in that cold, sterile room when the doctor said the words "you have cancer," I felt like the floor had dropped beneath me. In that instant, fear gripped me tightly, and all I could think about was fighting this thing growing inside me. My mind switched to survival mode, and I felt like a deer caught in headlights. That feeling of shock and terror lingered for what seemed like an eternity. The process to get to a treatment plan felt painfully slow, pushing my anxiety to new heights. Prepare yourselves, those waiting periods are the worst. First, there was the wait for the initial consultation, followed by what seemed like endless weeks waiting for tests and their results. Knowing there was cancer inside me and not being able to do anything immediately was excruciating. Two months post-diagnosis, my treatment path was laid out; I was scheduled for a therapeutic mammoplasty; a combination of a lumpectomy and breast reduction surgery, to remove the cancer from my left bre...