Port Elizabeth - A well-known businesswoman in Port Elizabeth has taken to social media with an emotive open letter about learning she has stage 3 breast cancer. In a heart-breaking video, Kazeka Mashologu-Kuse, recalls the day she received the news from her doctors.
In her own words Kazeka writes:
Two weeks ago, I was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer.
To say it was unexpected was putting it mildly. At 31? Are you kidding me? Isn't cancer more likely to happen in ones forties as the normal wisdom. Apparently not with me.
I immediately remembered the same feeling I had when the doctor finally gave my mom the proper diagnosis of stage four cancer after numerous tests.
My mammogram had inconclusive results, with doctors saying "something is there (with no medical name being given), but we are not sure" since my right breast suddenly became a huge lump that was not painful in the least, but changed in its shape and in its density.
I went about my days going about my business, assured that it's not cancer and putting my all in my next event, the Red Cross MDR-TB launch. I was excited, loving my life, but still going for tests in search of a conclusive diagnosis.
Then it came. The proper diagnosis. Stage 3 breast cancer.
Reflecting back, I didn't even hear the stage, I heard cancer and my brain flat lined.
More tests had to be done. Nothing more annoying than people prodding your boobs and it's not for pleasurable purposes.
I thought of my mom and how she died. Was this the beginning of the end? Life as I knew it simply cracked into pieces and seemed like a repeat of that whole experience.
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Even worse, I received this proper diagnosis a few days after coming out of a very successful event where I had the privilege of hosting the gorgeous Gerry Elsdon for the MDR-TB documentary loss, where I felt my skill of events management had reached a level of mastery in execution.
Prior, I was on the high of being deeply proud of myself and what we achieved for the event. But most importantly, I was moved by how easily she shared her journey with me and Nelson Mandela Bay and how relatable she was.
Poised, elegant, fiercely independent, principled, she was levels of soul manifestation.
Having shared our stories together of how we survived TB, I was on a high for days. I love that feeling. It's like soaking bare feet on sea water.
The high sank to low levels in a matter of days when the doctor said "stage 3", four days after the success of the event and three days after I went to celebrate with a friend in Jeffreys Bay.
I was besides myself.
So not to bore everyone with the details of the journey that consist of having to make decisions around chemotheraphy, mastectomy, breast implantation, freezing my eggs if I want biological children, possibly changing sexual energy, I and my team simply created a page called Unspoken Thoughts for those who want to follow the journey and engage.
I write this one with tears heating my eyes, knowing I have to walk this journey for my mother that did not survive cancer and for myself that wants to live. Let's talk about life, let's talk about living.
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