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A few weeks ago marked the five-year anniversary of my breast amputation. My youngest child, Isaiah, was four when I had that surgery. I did not talk about the anniversary with my kids, or with anyone. I quietly honored it this year on my own.

But the week of the anniversary, as I was tucking Isaiah in, we reflected on his day at school. He shared with me that he took ¡°Mama Bear¡± as one of his three items to share about himself...

When I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2011 at the age of 37, I had no close friends who had been through cancer treatment.?I felt alone. I felt like nobody on earth could know how I felt.?

My friends are amazing, and, yet, they could not relate to what I was going through. Nobody can unless they go through it themselves or walk the treatment path with a close loved one. ? Creating my own breast cancer support group...