A little bundle of hope

A lot of time, the breast cancer news I post is not great. It’s real, but not great.

Often, it makes me cry when I post it, so I sit and wonder what the heck it’s doing to my poor readers.

And then, sometimes, something like this happens.

Well, ok, this made me cry, too, but for entirely different reasons.

This is my friend Kat’s daughter. When Kat was diagnosed with breast cancer, her doctor told her not to even think about having another child. She came home sobbing.

“This was one of the hardest parts of my diagnosis,” she said. “I felt like part of my heart, dreams and future had been ripped out and stomped on.”

So, my friend subjected her body (and those fragile ovaries) to four rounds of Adriamycin and Cytoxan, four rounds of Taxol, got her needed double mastectomy and reconstruction, and since she is BRCA+ (the breast cancer genes), she knows she’ll have a hysterectomy one of these days.

But not before this:

Her name is Elise Renee. Elise, meaning “Gift from God,” and Renee, meaning “new beginning.”

No fertility drugs needed. Doctor be damned.

My friend Kat gives me so much hope. Her baby Elise is awesome.

Author: rosie

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  1. Man, I lived this story and your post made me cry. Thanks Rosie. Love you…Kat

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