Mine was 2 events that happened within a couple weeks of each other.
Back in 2009 I was diagnosed at the age of 40 with TNBC, which is automatically a stage 3 and is mandatory chemo.
After a year of chemo and radiation (guess who actually managed to GAIN 40 pounds while on a year of chemo-yup, this girl) I decided that I was never again going to get cancer.
I fought so dang hard for my life and knowing that the #1 risk factor for cancer is obesity, I vowed to lose weight. And I did.
I spent the following 3 years running 10-15 miles/week, going to the gym, hiring a personal trainer, and religiously logging food and eating under 1600 calories/day.
I lost 40 pounds in those 3 years.
Then I got laid off of my job, had a a death in the family and loads of stress. Regained the 40 pounds in under 8 months.
Fast-forward to January 2018.
I went in for a mammogram and I had several enlarged lymph nodes, so my oncologist was convinced I had lymphoma.
Also in January we had a family girls trip to universal Orlando and I fully had to sit out of half the rides because I couldn’t fit.
Okay so I didn’t have lymphoma, but that scare along with the family trip convinced me something had to give.
I still took many months talking to health care professionals and doing my homework and making sure I was truly ready to make this leap, but on 2/6 this year I was sleeved.
Since then, I’m down 20 pounds. And down 35 overall from when I started.
HW: 259
SW: 244
CW: 223
GW: 150
Height is 5’6.5