When I was diagnosed at 26, and did not have the gene mutation, I started to feel like I’d done something wrong to “deserve” breast cancer. I felt guilty and lonely, and the tumor felt like a manifestation of evil…so what did that make me? My body became my enemy. But now, almost 4 years later, my body and I are a team again. I’m so sorry for all it’s been through…surgeries and pain and sitting in doctors’ offices when it’s beautiful outside. Soon I hope I can have sympathy for my whole self and feel like my body is truly mine again. It’s a work in progress!