I was minding my own business, just living my life per ususal, on June 13, 2005, my 34th wedding anniversay, when the call came in at work. Come in right away, there is something suspicious on the routine mammogram. Right that moment, as adrenaline surged, I knew. Life would never be the same from that moment on. After a biopsy confirmed cancer of the right breast, I had a partial mastectomy (there were three tumors.) Then four rounds of chemotherapy. My surgeon, in her infinite wisdom, ordered an MRI of the breasts before the scheduled start of radiation. Now it was cancer of the left breast. My surgeon saved my life but not my breasts, if I had anything to say about it. On November 11, 2005 I had a bilateral mastectomy with immediate reconstruction (expanders placed.) After months of saline injections to the expanders, I had saline implants placed in May 2006. I am very greateful. My cancer was Stage 1, no lymph involvement, HER 2 negative, BRAC 1 negative (although BRAC 2 was inconclusive), I have perky breasts, never have to wear a bra. Then why the fear? I am cancer free as of today.. Every three months I have labs drawn and see my oncologist. Every three months I am inwardly panic-stricken with the fear of being told the cancer has returned. I realy try every day to put my faith and my life in the hands of God. My family is very supportive. But still the fear is there. People say I`m brave but I really don`t feel brave. Just very human, and taking each day at a time as I travel this journey