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Being so young, I really didn\u2019t assume it was anything. I was living a really busy life; there was work, I was planning on getting married. I literally took my health for granted, so I was thinking, \u2018oh it\u2019s nothing \u2013 probably a cyst \u2013 I\u2019ll get to it when I get to it.\u2019 Months went by and after visiting a doctor, I found out it was breast cancer. At that point I went through all the standard treatments you go through for early stage breast cancer, which is what most people think of as the \u2018curable\u2019 form of cancer.\u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003EAbout two and a half years later, I was back at work as a paediatric nurse at the Alberta Children\u2019s Hospital and I started getting pain in my sternum. As a nurse, I self-diagnosed that I probably had costochondritis (chest wall pain and inflammation), so thought I\u2019d go to a walk-in clinic and get some anti-inflammatories. I think in the back of my mind I knew it could be something more sinister, but you never want your mind to go there. My husband and I wanted to have children and I just didn\u2019t want to expect that cancer was once again going to derail my life.\u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003EIt was one of my friends at work, another nurse, who said, \u2018why don\u2019t you just email your oncologist?\u2019 I emailed him, and he called me back not too concerned because everything looked good on my last scan. At this point, I had vacation plans and was scheduled to leave the country the next day. However, by the time I had returned home from work I realized I had a bunch of missed messages on my phone from the hospital. \u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003EMy oncologist wanted me to get a bone scan, wanted me to get blood work\u2026 but why? After my email, he had gone back to review my scans and found almost four and a half centimetres of cancer in my sternum. After that, I went through all the tests and sure enough, it had spread to my spine and hips.\u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003EIt was such a shock. My husband and I walked out, sat in the car and cried. We felt our future was over. Everything we planned for, what we thought was possible, seemed not possible anymore. I had to figure out where my life was going from here, because the person I envisioned myself being was no longer who I was. \u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003EI started treatments and then four months later I got the diagnosis: brain metastasis.\u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003EI\u2019ve been living with metastatic breast cancer now for three years this past February. I feel incredibly lucky that a lot of my friends are within the healthcare community \u2013 many nurses \u2013 and the support I\u2019ve received from them and their understanding of the disease really helps. Most people don\u2019t understand that mBC is like having a deadline on your life. For instance, I\u2019ve been on oral chemotherapy for two years. With oral chemotherapy, you \u003Ci\u003Elook\u003C\/i\u003E healthy, so you get comments like, \u2018but you look so good and you\u2019re doing so well,\u2019 and I think, \u2018well, you don\u2019t get it.\u2019 I still have to deal with the disease every single day. I can put a smile on my face but that\u2019s not a reflection of how I feel and what\u2019s going on inside my body. \u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003EI think what has surprised me the most since my diagnosis has been the public\u2019s lack of awareness of the deadly nature of mBC. It is not the \u2018good type of cancer\u2019 to get by any means. Once cancer metastasizes, it is deadly. Period. The average life expectancy once diagnosed is only two to three years. Some get more time and some get far less. After watching my closest friend succumb to this disease recently, I have realized that our only chance at long-term survival is research. The metastatic community has been desperately pleading for increased research funding, but just as we scream for more research, our voices slowly silence as the disease progresses and takes hold of our lives. We NEED our healthy counterparts, the general public, to help carry our voices to reach the masses because the reality is, sadly, we are dying and we can only do so much. Watching friends and those I love pass away from this disease has been the single most difficult aspect of living with mBC. At times I wonder; how much loss can one\u2019s heart withstand before becoming completely broken?\u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003ETruthfully, the most important lessons I have taken away from living with mBC have been to hug a little tighter... love a little harder... laugh every chance you get... and try to find the beauty in life even on the darkest of days because there are no guarantees for tomorrow. Tomorrow is simply a dream, but today, this moment, is a given and we all have the choice to seize it if we simply choose to. \u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003E\nWhen you\u2019re living with mBC you understand that time isn\u2019t infinite. When I became metastatic, my husband and I both said: \u2018You know what, we\u2019re not going to save for that rainy day \u2013 we\u2019re in a torrential downpour. 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