Cancer left me with tattoos I never asked for: This is how I reclaimed my body
Liz Craker was 31 when she found the lump at the top of her left breast in the shower. Breastfeeding, she assumed it was mastitis and made an appointment at her local health clinic.
“It never crossed my mind that it would come back as cancer, not in my wildest dreams. I had no family history,” Liz, from Salt Lake City, Utah, remembers.
Her doctor suggested giving up caffeine and chocolate, which can affect breast tissue, and he tried to aspirate the lump and failed. Liz was sent for tests, then a biopsy. “I got the diagnosis on a Monday, and I had surgery that Friday. It just takes over your life immediately,” Liz, now 60, remembers.
She was one of the youngest patients with breast cancer her doctor had ever seen, and she had to juggle the frightening diagnosis with parenting her son, two, and nine-month-old daughter. At hospital appointments, she was warned not to hold her baby afterwards because of the chemicals used in scans.
The news knocked her flat. “When I was first diagnosed, I thought ‘I’m going to die!’ But then immediately I got angry and said, ‘no, I’m not. I have two children to raise’. I had a little boxing match with God. I remember going to sleep that night just holding my Bible on my chest in absolute shock. I thought, all I’ve got is this, so I’m going to hang on.”
Her then-husband, Dave, was devoted. He came with her to chemotherapy and plugged his laptop into the same wall socket as her IV machine — in the days before working from home was the norm. “We would joke about him unplugging me. He was amazing,” she says.
