One of my really great friends from college was diagnosed with breast cancer at only 23. I remember the call. Ceyline wept on the other end as she was convinced she’d lose this battle. We had graduated from college only a year ago. We wanted to party, start our careers and be young.
But Cancer had other plans.
Ceyline was diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer. She underwent chemotherapy, radiation, and a mastectomy. She also got reconstructive surgery. Finally, after years of treatments and feeling like complete and utter shit, Ceyline was in remission.
Then the cancer metastasized. Three years into remission, her cancer spread to her liver. She died of liver cancer six months later.
There is more to the story. Let us go back to the beginning. To a time when Ceyline went to her then doctor after she felt lumps in her right breast. He told her she had nothing to worry about. She’s young. Only 22. And she believed him. Though there is a history of breast cancer in her family, she didn’t fight for her right to a second opinion.
A month later. Ceyline felt lumps in her left breast. She went back to the same doctor. He still didn’t give her a mammogram. She’s young. Only 22. And she believed him. Ceyline didn’t fight for her right for a second opinion until months later. She went to another doctor, received a mammogram and was diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer.
Ceyline is no longer here to tell her story. She died at only 29 years old. But I am here. I urge all women to self-examine, know their family’s medical history and refuse to take no for an answer. If you feel something isn’t right with your body, then it is not right.
Remember Ceyline’s story and become aware. This October spread the word on breast cancer awareness by rocking pink and fighting for your health.