When June was 6 months old, I went to the doctor to have a cough and minor chest pain checked out. After a whirlwind of a few days, including a false-positive pregnancy test, I was diagnosed with a rare cancer called gestational trophoblastic disease. Essentially, a small handful of cells remaining from my placenta had became cancerous. I fell into the high-risk category because I’d carried June to term (the biggest blessing in all of this), the cancer had spread from my uterus to my lungs, and my hcg levels (the pregnancy hormone produced by the cancerous placenta cells) were astronomical. We began intense chemotherapy immediately after a surgery to remove any cancerous tissue from my uterus.
At this point, we’re hopeful that active treatment is nearing its end. As cliche as it sounds, we’re grateful to have this opportunity to take stock of what matters in life. We’re also grateful to have so much positivity in our corner: June is a true brightness, our family and friends rallied by our side, and my husband and I are facing and conquering another challenge together. We have hard moments, of course, but we know we’ll all be stronger, closer, and hopefully more mindful for having had this experience.