My name is Mindy Thompson, I was 31 years old, a single mother and a College student, when I received news that my life would change forever. On November 15, 2010, I was diagnosed with Stage II aggressive Breast Cancer. I understood that I had a long difficult journey ahead of me but was ready to fight with everything I had and determined to survive to raise my son.
As a 31 year old single mother and College student, the last thing on my mind was cancer. In the summer of 2010, as I was getting dressed I felt a lump in my breast but figured it would just go away sooner or later…it never did. A few months later I received a phone call from my Aunt informing me that she had Breast Cancer. She explained that she felt a lump in her breast; I instinctively knew what my lump meant. I immediately made an appointment with my OBGYN. When I arrived, I was scheduled to have a biopsy done that day. A few days later, the doctor called me in for the results. Before leaving for the appointment or knowing the test results, I told my Mom it meant cancer; naturally, she did not want to believe me. On November 15, 2010, I remember sitting in a small room waiting for the doctor to tell me the results.Before the doctor said, “You have cancer,”I could see it on his face. At that point, all I could do was cry, become numb, and feel as if I were in a nightmare. My only thought was,“who is going to take care of my son?” I kept thinking,“how in the world is this happening to ME? I am only 31 years old!” It was not fair;I was angry, scared, confused, and feeling about every other emotion you can possibly imagine.
Nevertheless, I already knew that cancer does not discriminate. Shortly before my diagnosis, my friend, LeslieMolbert Dame, was fighting her own battle with Stage IV Breast Cancer. She was only 27 years old and had just completed her nursing degree. She was and will always be my inspiration; she showed me what it truly meant to have faith, to fight with everything you have, and most importantly, to never give up!
After Thanksgiving, my portacath, a device used for central venous access that is installed beneath the skin, was placed in my chest; this would soon become my access point for chemotherapy. A few weeks later, I was on the way to my first chemotherapy treatment, afraid more than anything in the world. I received six rounds of the chemotherapy TAC -Taxotere, Adriamycin and Cytoxan aka The Red Devil.I lost all my taste buds which made it difficult to find something to eat and actually enjoy. After my first chemo everything was going well it was when I received my second round when my hair started to fall out. I noticed little strands started to fall out when brushing my hair and there were plenty left in the shower and on my pillow. I decided that I was going to take control before it took control of me! My hair was long and thick to my waist but decided to cut it really short to make the transition of losing all of my hair a bit easier.