I was certain I was being overly cautious when I sought out a PCP to investigate a lump the day before my 38th birthday. I was relatively healthy. I hadn't had a primary care provider in over a decade. I had at least a dozen reasons why I didn't want to go. The boys had field day. I wanted to lay low and celebrate my birthday. I didn’t have anything to wear. Luckily, I talked myself into it and showed up to a same day appointment with a random doctor. Unfortunately, he confirmed my greatest fear. What happened over the next two weeks was the most impressive (yet terrifying) medical response I've ever witnessed. I was immediately scheduled for dozens of diagnostics; driving all over the county for appointments anywhere and everywhere. 2 mammograms, 3 ultrasounds, an MRI, CT scan, bone scan, 2 surgical consults, Oncology consult, genetic testing, chemo class…we went all in as my new medical team prepared an aggressive fight against Stage 3 Triple Negative Breast Cancer. I'm starting 24 weeks of chemotherapy on June 15th. In the new year I will undergo a bilateral mastectomy, followed by weeks of radiation. For the next three years I’ll continue testing, immunotherapy and overwhelming stress as we watch for it’s notorious return. It's all so weird to say out loud. I'll be using this page to provide updates about my treatment and to seek support for my husband and my boys as they join me in this battle. It's super hard for me to accept help, but I'm hoping with your support these guys can continue their day-to-day lives with little interruption. Thank you :) Learn more about Triple Negative Breast Cancer: https://www.cancer.org/cancer/types/breast-cancer/about/types-of-breast-cancer/triple-negative.html