10/30/2025
Living One Day at a Time: My Breast Cancer Journey
When I first heard the words “you have cancer,” my first thought was I’m not going to be here to raise my children. At the time of my diagnosis, my sons were 4 and 8 years old. Through the biopsies, scans, and even as I laid down on the Operating Room table the day of the lumpectomy, my only thought was of them, how they might have to grow up without their mother.
Since my boys were so young, I didn’t immediately share with them that I had breast cancer. I shared that I was going to the doctor for a procedure on my breast. When I came home from the hospital, I showed them my heavily bandaged chest and asked them to be careful - not to jump on top of me. I told my sons that once I got better, I’d be able to play with them and hug them tight.
As a few years passed and they grew older, I began to open up more. I told my sons about my cancer diagnosis and the treatments I had gone through. I explained why, during our family vacations, I didn’t go out to the pool during the hottest hours of the day. My husband would take them to swim while I watched from the shade or inside the hotel lobby. It broke my heart to miss out on those moments, but after five weeks of radiation treatment, I was careful about exposure to the sun. Eventually, my sons started reminding me themselves: “Mami, stay inside so you don’t get all the strong sun rays.”
As my sons gradually learned about my breast cancer journey, our conversations deepened. I showed them my lumpectomy scar and explained what it meant. They would share how they felt, and I shared the ways I was taking better care of myself: getting a mammogram every year, making lifestyle and diet changes, and prioritizing my health so I could be here for them.
We began attending the American Cancer Society’s Making Strides Against Breast Cancer Walks together. Those walks became more than events — they were celebrations of survival, community, and gratitude. Through my experience, I learned to live one day at a time. I stopped sweating the small stuff and cherish every milestone in my children’s life— birthdays, graduations, prom, college visits, athletic achievements, and college graduation. Each one has been a gift!
Every Mother’s Day, I thank God for allowing me to be here with my sons — tolove them, care for them and guide them. I also remind my sons, to give thanks to God, for allowing me to be here all these years with them. I thank God for Dr. John Kehoe, my breast cancer surgeon, whose compassion and dedication have supported me through 19 years of survivorship. Dr Kehoe’s care (and his team at the comprehensive breast care center in Brooklyn) has been a cornerstone of my journey and a reminder of how vital it is to have expert, compassionate medical support, and a relationship with a doctor you trust for your health care needs.
Nineteen years after my diagnosis, I’m still here — grateful, hopeful, and living life one day at a time. My journey has opened countless doors to connect with other women recently diagnosed with breast cancer and other types of cancer, especially women with young children. I share my story to help them prepare for the mental, emotional and physical challenges that come with a cancer diagnosis and treatment and encourage them to stay hopeful!
Claribel Estrella Blake