By: Keyla Caba


It doesn’t discriminate; it is a disease that can and does affect us regardless of social status, race, gender, age, religion and sexuality.

When I was told shortly after my 30th birthday that I would need a hysterectomy I felt the wind being knocked out of me.

Rewind 5 months before that, when I had been bleeding for a month and had no idea why.  Going home from work Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, I had a minor car accident that resulted in me hemorrhaging from my uterus.  At that point I had decided to go to the hospital and the doctors kept telling me they could see something protruding out of my uterus and they would be doing a biopsy right then and there.

It was a rare adenosarcoma.

It took four doctors to slow down the bleeding and a week of bed rest. The week following I had surgery to remove the tumor, which at the time I did not know how rare or serious it was, I just knew I wanted answers and things to get better. Shortly after my procedure, the oncology surgeon had told me it was a rare cancer tumor that they had very high hopes had not spread anywhere else.

Months following I had checkups every month in the OBGYN Oncology Center, lots of blood work, genetic testing and still some intermittent bleeding. At this point I’m thinking all is well, and it still hadn’t hit me what was really going on. Until shortly after my birthday another biopsy was done, and I was told there were new pre-cancerous cells found in my uterus.

The options were to have a hysterectomy or remove the cells and hope that they would not return and spread elsewhere. At this time I had my beautiful son. I had plans to have more children, and I had a future set in my mind. I decided I could not sacrifice my possibility of having more children, or the event of cancer returning and spreading for a child I did not have at the time; for the one that was alive and with me.  So at 30 years old I had a partial hysterectomy, which was one of the most difficult decisions I had ever made.

Cancer can be an ugly word, with a scary meaning, and you face so many challenges. One thing that I’ve learned is you do get through the bad times and you keep looking forward to the good ones.

I am a survivor. A uterine cancer survivor. No matter what your battle is just keep fighting. Rise. Shine. And hold your head high.

Are you currently battling cancer? What is your story?