Denise Williams



I was diagnosed on January 26, 2021. Many of the women in my family, except my mother, have had breast cancer. My journey began a month after I graduated from high school in 1975. That’s when my father died of pancreatic cancer. My brother died of lung cancer 4 years ago. Numerous women I worked with had breast cancer, most are survivors; one close friend did not survive. With the family history, I feel like getting breast cancer is almost like being born with brown eyes. Maybe I could have lived live differently, but this was still going to happen. The news is still sinking in, but I’m ok.