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I realized my risk of developing breast cancer was significantly higher than the average daughter since my mother carried the BRCA2 gene. However, I thought surely I would not get cancer until I was at least as old as she was when diagnosed. She was 74. I was convinced I had some time. Cancer could not strike again in my family so quickly. That would be too cruel. I was wrong. Cancer is cruel.
I will be 36 in one month. Before cancer, I would have silently resented getting older, fretting over new wrinkles and more grey hair. Before cancer, I would have wanted only a small intimate gathering of family there to celebrate the occasion, and the evening would come and go without fanfare. And definitely no cake.
