Nabeela, United States
I found my lump myself. I was told to stay calm while being sent for urgent imaging. I knew something was wrong before it was confirmed. My body stopped feeling like home and became a case.
Cancer meant layered loss: mastectomy, hair loss, chemo-induced menopause, and BRCA1 led to early oophorectomy. I never wanted kids, but losing choice still carried grief.
My community held us. Friends ran fundraisers, family and friends donated to our GoFundMe, and people brought food and care. That support made survival feel possible.
My oncology care was skilled, but gaps remained. Early on, a nurse commented on my hair before I’d processed my diagnosis. I felt medically heard, emotionally rushed.
To BIPOC, especially WOC: trust your body. Push when dismissed. Bring support. You deserve care without proving pain. Equity, autonomy, and compassion are lifesaving.