Diagnostic: Advanced breast cancer

"By these lines, I wish to share with other sick people that everyone has the power to fight with a disease; everyone can fight for his or her life, together with the physician. I admit I had neglected myself. When they found my breast cancer, there were already metastases under the ribs and in the area of the backbone, too. They told me the only thing I could do was to extend my life by several months, undergoing chemotherapy. I refused and I went back home with a bag full of pills. It was too early for me to die; something inside me wouldn’t accept it. I was in a state of dream those days and I kept looking for a way to get out of this situation alive. I found an article about Dr. Tutu in an online magazine and I called him. For my first consultation in his clinic, they drove me in a wheelchair, along with all my prescribed medication and my analyses. He diagnosed me, saw the analyses and informed me of the treatment and its duration. It stroke me as unusual the fact that he was so certain there was a chance, when everybody else avoided my gaze after reading the diagnosis and seeing the results. He was the only one who had the strength to look me in the eyes and not be ready to light a candle for me. I admit, I was desperate and I clutch myself at his hope. But after six months I am still alive owing to the treatment he prescribed me. I have proven I am a fighter. I walk, I talk, and I can take strolls and cherish life. I am determined to undergo the treatment to the end. My oncologist was amazed to see me alive. I have postponed re-doing my analyses so far, but I will take them at the end of the treatment. It is enough for me to feel alive, to have strength and to see how my beloved ones are happy with my recovery; to look myself in the mirror and to be happy that I am alive."