While I was lying in the hospital after having a preventative hysterectomy, I remember a group of doctors came in to say they got the pathology reports back and they had found invasive cells. At first I didn't comprehend what that meant. It wasn't until later a nurse came in and asked how I was feeling since the report and when she said ovarian cancer, my mind spun. I was alone in my thoughts and just worried at how bad it was, was I going to live, how do I tell my family... But something sort of clicked inside me, a sort of fighting mode that regardless of what happens, I knew I had to make it through for my daughter. I was fortunate and blessed enough to be able to come out on the other side, but those first few moments of hearing the words, you will never forget. It's been a little over 3 years since I was sitting in that hospital room and I am so thankful to be able to be here!