Sixteen weeks into her first pregnancy, my daughter received the kind of devastating news no mother, no woman, no family is ever truly prepared for—she was diagnosed with invasive breast cancer. The words hit us like a violent storm, tearing through the joy and excitement that had filled our hearts as we prepared to welcome a new life into the world. One moment, we were celebrating her growing belly, imagining baby names and decorating the nursery—and the next, we were drowning in fear, confusion, and grief. It felt impossible to comprehend: How could this happen? Would she survive? Would the baby survive? What would treatment look like while pregnant? The questions came fast, and the answers were slow and terrifying.Continue reading…
