|ZRT guest blogger Molly Lindquist|
As part of National Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and to broaden the conversation about breast health, ZRT Lab invited several breast cancer survivors to tell their stories.
It has been years since I heard the words, “You have cancer.” And yet I can remember that day as though it was yesterday.
My story really starts in the shower in October of 2011. I can still feel the warm water rinsing off the exhaustion of life, which for me at that time meant chasing after almost three- and almost five-year-old daughters. Eyes closed, preparing to embrace a new day of chaos with the little ones as a stay-at-home mom, soaking in those last few minutes of quiet before the day officially began.
So when I felt a lumpy patch of breast tissue near my right armpit just as I was getting ready to turn off the water, it felt like I was ripped out of my steamy reverie. We’ve all had that sick feeling in the pit of our stomach, that feeling when we know something is not quite right – our gut instinct. And that is what I felt on that October morning, the gut instinct that this lumpy tissue was not good.