I'm now in remission. I don't dwell on statistics, but I know the numbers: a 50 percent chance of recurrence, until I'm five years out. In April, I had my left breast reconstructed. I'll have three more surgeries until it's rebuilt. What's great: I had no trouble nursing Chase from my right breast.
Because of all that I've been through, I truly do live life to the fullest. I kiss my babies more than I ever thought possible. I savor every smell -- yes, even spit-up. I miss them when they're asleep. When they cry and whine, I usually don't get frustrated. I've always had a type-A personality, and cancer didn't change that. But now I find that I don't sweat the small stuff -- I can step back and look at the big picture. I think I would have been a wonderful mother had I not had cancer, but I am a better mom because of it.
Originally published in the February 2011 issue of American Baby magazine.