It’s Sofi here. Although we’re genetically the same person, we’re not EXACTLY the same person. You don’t really know who I am. But you will. I am the future you. I am the you who has conquered the big C, baby. I’m the new and improved, breast-less you.
I haven’t stopped crying and marveling at the year that was 2018. The year that challenged, was unkind and questioned everything we’ve ever known. I’m about to give you an insight into just how you can and will kick cancer’s arse, girlfriend. It’s a blessing in a hideous disguise, I promise you.
I know you’re scared, but I can reassure you you’re a bloody warrior and you will walk into 2019 with a whole new perspective and appreciation for life if you go into the next eight months with an open heart and open mind. Ah, I don’t even know where to begin but let’s do it.
The early months of 2018 were going really good, weren’t they? Things were great at home, you’d just gotten a promotion and signed a 12-month lease, you’re happy. You even had a great vodka/water and nightlife/stay-at-home balance… for a 23-year-old.
But today is the April 24, 2018, and you have been told by your now new doctor that you have Stage 3 invasive breast cancer. Wow.
Rachelle and Corinne inherited a gene mutation that increases their risk of developing breast cancer by 70 per cent. Here’s what they want you to know. Post continues after video.