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Discussions about cancer often include mention of age. We talk about how old someone is at diagnosis, how old a person is at each year of survival, the age of an individual at the time cancer claims his or her life. Age reveals a lot. It dumps us into statistical categories. Most patients diagnosed with gallbladder cancer, for example, are older than 65. Age sometimes predicts prognosis. Young women diagnosed with breast cancer tend to have more aggressive forms of the disease. This can compromise chances for survival. Age also solicits judgments. “You are too young,” some people told me after learning I’d been diagnosed with breast cancer.

I think about my age all the time. I think about how I was 34 when I found my lump, how I happily arrived at age 35, how I made it to 36, and how today, I am 37. Come November, I will have survived my disease for three years. Three years will remain before I make it out of my 30s and land on 40 — the age when women should begin receiving regular annual mammograms.

I didn’t ask for much this year for my birthday. A candle, a bathing suit, dinner out with my husband, and time with family are all I really want — because the best gift has already arrived. I turned 37.

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Original post by Jacki Donaldson

Filed under: Breast Cancer, Cancer Survivors

Discussions about cancer often include mention of age. We talk about how old someone is at diagnosis, how old a person is at each year of survival, the age of an individual at the time cancer claims his or her life. Age reveals a lot. It dumps us into statistical categories. Most patients diagnosed with gallbladder cancer, for example, are older than 65. Age sometimes predicts prognosis. Young women diagnosed with breast cancer tend to have more aggressive forms of the disease. This can compromise chances for survival. Age also solicits judgments. “You are too young,” some people told me after learning I’d been diagnosed with breast cancer.

I think about my age all the time. I think about how I was 34 when I found my lump, how I happily arrived at age 35, how I made it to 36, and how today, I am 37. Come November, I will have survived my disease for three years. Three years will remain before I make it out of my 30s and land on 40 — the age when women should begin receiving regular annual mammograms.

I didn’t ask for much this year for my birthday. A candle, a bathing suit, dinner out with my husband, and time with family are all I really want — because the best gift has already arrived. I turned 37.

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Original post by Jacki Donaldson