Rosemarie

In the Latina community, people don't talk about cancer. It's a disease that is kept hidden and denied. When I told my mother I had cancer, she said, "Our family doesn't get cancer." But Ovarian Cancer claimed my mother's life. So, while I don't want to be a messenger I feel like I need to spread the word.

My journey with cancer began in 1984 when doctors removed what they believed was a benign cyst on my left ovary. Eleven years later, I noticed two small lumps on my left breast and when I went into surgery, the doctors found that the cancer had spread. During the chemotherapy and radiation treatment, I never felt sorry for myself because I felt like I'd beaten the odds. I vowed to take better care of myself, and have stayed very active and healthy over the last seven years.

In February of 2003, a routine examination revealed some abnormalities, and they asked me to come in for a biopsy. I knew at that time that the cancer was back. A few days later, they called to confirm what I had already believed; I was devastated, but resolved to stay positive.

My family has supported me every step of the way. My daughter's daily calls, my son's sense of humor, my brother's encouragement and my husband's undying love and support are the reason I'm still here today. Although my mother and father both lost their lives to cancer a few years ago, I feel that they've given me the grace and strength to fight again.

I'm a quintuple survivor of cancer. Some days it's hard for me to get out of bed. But as long as I can wake up and breathe and see my husband and my kids, it's all worth it. While life is full of challenges, I find strength in its blessings and the courage to remain positive.