This one took me a while to post. Eight years in remission… and still, sometimes, it hits me all over again. The other day, my mother-in-law reminded me why I have to be careful about even thinking of having another baby. Not because of my age — but because of the cancer. That conversation stopped me cold. It reminded me of how far I’ve come… and why I don’t take a single day for granted. When I had my son, I had to come off the medication that keeps my estrogen low — because pregnancy spikes it, and my cancer feeds off estrogen. Between treatments, IVF, pregnancy, and breastfeeding, I was off it for over a year. And thank God, I’m still here. Lately, I’ve been hearing more and more stories — friends of friends finding lumps, getting calls they never expected, losing someone too soon. It reminded me that I hadn’t done my #FeelOnTheFirst post yet — something started by my dear friend Natalie, who is no longer with us. So here’s the reminder I needed to share: ✨ Check your breast...