My cell phone rang while driving to my son’s basketball game; he was in fourth grade and about to play his elementary school’s arch rival. I was supposed to watch his game for 30 minutes and then pick up my daughter from her tennis match. But when my doctor told me I had “a couple of cancer cells,” I pulled the car over and cried. “Does this mean I have breast cancer?” I asked myself later; I hadn’t asked the doctor because my mind had shut down when I heard those words. I was too young to have cancer, I thought–I was only 44 years old. I was too busy to have cancer.

I had a thousand questions racing through my mind. But, slowly–too slowly–some were answered and I progressed with my treatment. After 10 long months my treatment ended in late 2004 and I was pronounced “cancer-free,” and I headed into my “survivorship years.” I’ve learned a lot about breast cancer and my body in the past 4 years and there were some things I learned that I wished the doctors–or someone–had told me sooner.

I wish someone had told me that my body would be thrown into permanent menopause. Not the gradual, “life change” menopause, but the one-day-I-have-estrogen-and-the-next-day-I-don’t kind, thanks to the chemo drugs, which basically shut down my ovaries. Suddenly, I was worried about my skin’s elasticity, hot flashes, and vaginal dryness–not to mention weight gain.

I wish someone had told me that the doctors don’t make any treatment decisions for you. The first month after my diagnosis, I went to the doctor expecting him to tell me what to do. He never did. He laid out my options and I had to decide what was best for me. I was in limbo for that first month until I had my surgery. It drove me crazy!

I wish I’d known that some of my friends and family wouldn’t always know the right thing to say, if anything at all. I had a first cousin who basically stopped talking to me. She didn’t know what to say, so she avoided me at all costs.

Going through breast cancer treatment is a slow and emotionally painful process. But, as I learned, a survivor is just that: One who wants to thrive and live. I went through this test for myself, my husband, and my kids.

After completing treatment for breast cancer, Vicki Tashman founded Pink-Link, a non-profit organization whose mission is to empower women with a healthy survivorship. At www.pink-link.org, survivors can connect with each other using the proprietary Pink-Link e-mail system, create a personal journal, read and post to a member’s forum, and ask questions to our in-house experts in nutrition, physical exercise, holistic health and skin care. Vicki is a mom of two teenagers (a job in itself) and lives in Los Angeles.

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