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In May of 2004, my beautiful mother was diagnosed with ovarian cancer at age 70 years young. Mom was a vibrant and loving woman. She gave her complete attention to you when you were with her. She was at peace in her gardens and loved to cook. Her home was a retreat. She prayed daily for her family, friends and even those she had never met. Mom was our children's "second mother". Her diagnosis was a shock, but she was a tower of strength through her surgery and recovery. She had chemotherapy as a "precaution". The doctor thought her cancer was at an early stage 1. Mom did not enjoy losing her hair, but she wore her many hats with flair! We were elated when the doctor gave us the great news that she was going to be fine. Our prayers seemed to be answered. It was such a shock when her cancer returned in late November. Her cancer was resistant to the treatment. Mom fought this terrible disease with all her might. She insisted on more chemotherapy and had her last treatment two days before she died. Before she died, she gave each of us a bit of her wisdom and encouragement. She did not say goodbye, she just said that she would be all right and so would we. She ensured me that worry was a waste of time, that all things work out. Mom slipped away in the early morning on December 22. Within minutes of her death, a heavy snow (her favorite) began to fall, covering the earth in a silent white blanket. It snowed for 7 hours that day.


I am writing about my mother who at age 33 was diagnosed with ovarian cancer; I was only 13 at the time. She later passed away at the young age of 35 in 1991. My mother didn't have any symptoms besides a flu-like symptom which sent her to the ER. Unfortunately, they could not figure out the problem and was later sent to another hospital which gave us the bad news that the cancer was already spreading and was in her colon and stomach. She had surgery a couple of days later and rounds of chemo which made her extremely sick and weak and was not doing any justice. I will never forget when the doctors called my family and I in a room and gave us the news that there was nothing else they could do and was not able to have surgery for her stomach because as they stated they would not be able to close it up afterwards because it was that bad. I dont think I have ever cried so much in my life then I did that day. I am now 26 with 3 kids and wish I could have her here with me but God had other plans for her and I am grateful she is at peace and no longer in pain. However, it is still so hard without her and time does heal but I dont think it gets any easier, at least not for me. I get my yearly exams and urge every women to get theirs because it can happen to anyone at almost any age and it's a hard cancer to detect and takes so many women down a year because once they're told, it is usually too late. I would like to thank you for reading and say God bless to you and your family if you or a loved one is suffering. You just have to believe that there is a reason and God will help us all through this now and forever. I wish everyone the best of luck wether you have cancer or a loved one. It is just so hard but we can get through this. MAY GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES.

My story is unlike any other. My story is about a young woman who had at least eight years of documented medical history, a variety of diagnoses, and the laparoscopic discovery of ovarian cancer after thirteen years of suffering. I am that woman. I went from being a healthy athlete, aerobic instructor, and child development specialist... to a bedridden patient of Stage III Ovarian Cancer. Shortly after turning 29, and moving back to the United States after nearly four years of working in Europe, I woke up from a routine laparoscopic procedure on January 26, 1998 to hear; "We now know what is wrong. You have borderline ovarian cancer." What I thought was a conclusive answer to my thirteen years of chronic abdominal and gastrointestinal problems was actually just the beginning of a long battle that lay ahead. Let me take you back to the beginning. At age 16, and in high school, I began experiencing abdominal pain and irregular menstrual cycles. Since I was not sexually active, several possibilities were ruled out. However, I was on the verge of developing an eating disorder. I was seen by an OB/GYN in Hartford, CT who prescribed oral contraceptives for ovarian cysts and to regulate my cycle. After graduating in 1986, my schooling and employment opportunities kept me moving every 2-3 years. Although the symptoms varied, I always had abdominal pain, and often very excruciating. Every time I moved, I had to tell a new doctor my medical history. And each time I was provided with a new diagnosis. In 1990, I began documenting my problems and getting copies of medical papers whenever possible. I was put on and taken off of oral contraceptives and was given many diagnoses. After moving to Germany in April 1994, my ailments only became worse. With no conclusive answers, I learned to endure pain and suffer in silence. In March of 1995, a German OB/GYN doctor diagnosed me with possible chronic appendicitis and recommended exploratory surgery, I flew back to the United States anticipating surgery, but I was denied surgery and put through a battery of very intrusive testing. This time I was informed I had Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS), and prescribed medications to control the muscle spasms. In 1996, while living in Spain, vaginal ultrasounds revealed a mass on one ovary. For the next four months, I was re-tested to rule out ovarian cysts. I was told the problem had resolved itself and was once again put on oral contraceptives. The OB/GYN, this time, was an American military doctor. He was adamant that the surgery was necessary to determine the cause of my ailments. At the conclusion of my contract, I opted not to extend for six additional months and returned back to Connecticut, Thanksgiving of 1997. It was one of the best decisions I have ever made. In December of that year, I once again scheduled an appointment with the very same OB/GYN who treated me when I was 16 and denied me surgery in 1995. This time, she was able to reproduce the excruciating pain I had been experiencing and immediately scheduled me for surgery. The day I had longed for came on January 26, 1998. That day changed my life forever. I went to sleep thinking I had Endometriosis or a hernia, but I woke up to "borderline ovarian cancer." and that the outlook was good. I now awaited major surgery. Decisions were being made about my medical status, yet I never had the time to absorb two words...ovarian cancer. On February 17, 1998, I again went to sleep believing I was on the way to healing. Instead, I woke up to learn that the cancer was more aggressive than initially thought and there was a potential I would be returning for a third surgery. I spent the next week trying to recover in the hospital and was on the verge of dehydration and malnutrition. My recovery was very difficult, and only made my battle that much harder. A six-week bed rest followed as my journey back to a healthy recovery began. Six five-hour cycles of very aggressive chemotherapy, which included a cocktail of Taxol and Carboplatin as well as intermittent injections of Neupogen and Epogen, killed the bad and the good. I was left week, exhausted, and many times sick. It was an "outer body experience" that kept me fighting. And again, I am taking oral contraceptives -- a known preventative of ovarian cancer. I am now "cancer free" and have been since September 9, 1998. Throughout my ordeal, I continued to teach aerobics and began working full-time in July of 1998. I have since taken my tragedy and turned it into something positive. On June 7, 1999 I established R.O.C.C.S. (Research for Ovarian Cancer and Continued Survival). It is a non-profit tax-exempt charity dedicated to educating women about ovarian cancer and raising money for education and public awareness. On September 9, 1999, I celebrated my one-year anniversary of being "cancer free" with the First Annual Fundraiser Dinner and Silent Auction for R.O.C.C.S. I have since been interviewed by two Connecticut radio stations (WDRC-AM, WPLR) and by the local ABC affiliate (WTNH-Channel 8). I have also been featured in a health magazine for the Hospital for Saint Rayfield's, was the "Spotlight Member" in the January/February 2000 edition of American Fitness Magazine, and had a feature story written about my plight in WOMEN, a Connecticut magazine. In addition, I was interviewed by a Connecticut hometown newspaper, which was subsequently featured in several other town papers in that region. I also was asked to share my story with pharmaceutical sales representatives of Smithkline Beechum in November 2000. I continue to tell my story as an avenue for getting awareness about ovarian cancer into the public. In November 2000, I moved to Mississippi to be with my then fiancé (now husband) and continued my advocacy efforts. In January 2001, a chapter was registered in MS, while the headquarters remain in CT. The organization has produced and distributed information pamphlets about R.O.C.C.S. and ovarian cancer to various medical facilities in CT. During the Ovarian Cancer conference in Indiana September 2001, the local Indiana paper, the Indianapolis Star, interviewed me. That interview was read by producers of the Lifetime TV show Speaking of Women's Health and provided me with another opportunity to speak publicly about ovarian cancer. In November 2001, I returned to CT to film a segment for the show with my GYN/ONC and Board of Directors. It will be aired on Saturday, November 2nd 2002. Finally, on Monday, April 29, 2002, I was again featured on the local ABC news affiliate in MS prior to the showing of the Gilda Radner movie. The interview was re-broadcast on the news the following morning. Nearly 3 1/2 years later post chemotherapy, the unexpected happened. I learned I was pregnant. Unfortunately, the being growing inside of me lost its life after 3 months. I hope that we will soon be able to have another miracle of life for all those who have suffered, survived, and past away from this horrid disease. After nearly four years of being cancer-free, I am looking at my options to determine if I am having a recurrence and the possibility of losing my fertility. It's a battle I sadly must continue to fight. My motto is as follows: For every battle, there is an ending. For every ending, there is a beginning. For every beginning, there is success. When we have success, this battle will end. It is with the hopes of my story that no other woman will have to suffer like I have. And that with the help of volunteers, friends and family members, my motto will be achieved. -- Amy Chaiklin, Founder of R.O.C.C.S. 041b061a72

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