I thought my life was ending in Oct. of 2005. I knew I had breast cancer in my heart but was told, I did not by a doctor three years before so I left it go. The lump kept growing and the breast kept leaking. In Oct. of 2005 a guy I was dating took me to a clinic and said it was for him. So I went and when he got to the window he told the lady I needed to see a doctor. She said they where booked but could make me an appointment. I said no that's ok I'll make one another time. He spun me sideways and said look at the lump on her breast! You could see it because I could no longer wear a bra. She ask me is that the lump? I said yes and she left the window and came around to the door and told me to come in. I sat by the door only for a small amount of time when they took me into a room where a doctor came in. It was only another short amount of time before they took me for a mammogram. It really hurt. They still could not see the lump. Then off to the ultrasound I went. It took one look from the lady doing it for me to know I was in big trouble. Two doctors came in and looked. One second I was just me and the next I was a scared little girl. They took me in for biopsy the next day and I woke up looking at the doctors face. "You have breast cancer" he said. I said " I know"! Then made him say it again. Within a matter of weeks I lost one breast, then another. Was it worth it? Yes! Yes! Yes! Chemotherapy was really bad but worth ever bit of the fight. I have a daughter in Iraq fighting and I think we fight two wars in this family.