Almost three years since I was first diagnosed and over two years since I was “gutted”, I’ve finally come to a place of peace with my diagnosis. I’ve finally found a hormonal replacement that works for me. I haven’t figured out if I’ve become more of my old self or if I’ve adjusted to my new self, but I’m comfortable with who I am. I’ve begun to reclaim my womanhood. I’ve raised two boys who are firm supporters of my screenings and cancer prevention. I now know that this is not a done deal, and never really will be. But I’m ok. I am at peace.