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I was at work and I had a bit of a pain in my breast. I noticed it wasn\u2019t going away, so I paid close attention to it. That night, at home, I felt something there that I didn\u2019t think was right. I asked my husband to check and he agreed there was something there. It was a Friday night so I couldn\u2019t do anything about it, and I worried about it the whole weekend. We researched it on the Web, which probably wasn\u2019t the best idea, and decided that it was just a cyst or something.\u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003EOn Monday, I made an appointment with my doctor. She found there was definitely a lump and told me to make an appointment for a mammogram, which I did, but it was going to be almost two weeks before I could get in. I wasn\u2019t sure what to do. Then, out of the blue, my doctor called me personally to make sure I had made the appointment. I thought it was great that she was checking up on me, but it also worried me a little bit. She suggested I try a different place and they were able to get me in the next day. I had a mammogram and an ultrasound and the radiologist confirmed it was a solid mass and said I should have a biopsy done. We did it right there and then, but I had to wait eight days for the results, which was just awful. Waiting was the absolute worst part. Your mind goes to dark places, but we never said the worst out loud. We kept positive. \u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003EThe day of my diagnosis, my doctor didn\u2019t mince words. She told me it was breast cancer and that she was already trying to get me in to see a surgeon. It all happened very quickly after that. I learned it was an invasive ductal carcinoma, probably stage two. I had a single mastectomy in early January 2016. Recovery took six weeks and then I met with my oncologist to decide on treatment. I had to do some tests beforehand to get a baseline\u2026 and that\u2019s when they found the cancer had already spread to my liver. It was metastatic. That\u2019s when everything changed. I was only 34.\u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003ELike most people, you hear about breast cancer and it\u2019s covered in a layer of pink, and you think there are so many survivors \u2013 but I didn\u2019t know much about metastatic breast cancer. There was cancer in my family, but there was never a conversation, or even a proper knowledge of what \u2018metastatic\u2019 meant. I remember hearing people saying things like, \u2018This person has cancer here, here and here,\u2019 but not understanding that it meant the same cancer had spread from one part of the body to another, rather than that person having various forms of cancer.\u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003EPeople don\u2019t always understand what I\u2019m going through. I hear a lot of platitudes: you\u2019re strong, you\u2019ll beat this, be positive. I know people have the best intentions and I don\u0027t fault them for it. I appreciate people have no idea what to say. But I don\u0027t need platitudes. I need people to be there; to listen when I need to vent, rather than offering solutions I\u0027m not looking for. I want to be heard and I want to feel what I need to feel. People send me \u201ccures\u201d and natural remedies and it\u2019s really frustrating because you want them to understand. Just try to put yourself in my shoes. There is no cure.\u003C\/p\u003E\n\u003Cp\u003EOur lives have completely changed. Our goals have changed. I\u2019m still working now but I\u2019m not worried about my career or anything like that, it\u2019s working to have a job and to feel normal. I don\u2019t want mBC to completely overshadow every aspect of my life. You start thinking about all the things you want to accomplish. We travel whenever we can, whenever there\u2019s a break in treatment, and I spend more time with the people I love. 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