Adrienne was one of the first pregnant with cancer survivors who reached out to me after I was diagnosed. She had been diagnosed just a few months before me and was following the same road. Even in the young breast cancer world we were oddities -- pregnant, triple negative sub-type. She texted me pictures of her bald head and talked with me on the phone as I was making decisions about surgery.
Like me, after chemo her double mastectomy showed that she had a PCR (complete response = no living cancer left).
When she got her healthy baby and her PCR I thought "of course she did." She just seemed like one of those people who things worked just out for. Her beautiful smile, cheerful attitude, and strength could conquer the world. In my mind, she was just one of those people
But less than one year later she found out the cancer was back in her liver. Stage IV. Mets. "Incurable."
I couldn't believe it. I was floored. She was supposed to be untouchable. The quintessential survivor. So then I just imagined she would be the 1 out of 10,000 that beat mets.
Over the past 1.5 years I saw her health have ups and downs but recently more downs. And on Saturday, Adrienne went to be with Jesus.
She didn't "lose her battle" because she fought like hell and metastatic TNBC killed her.
My heart is broken. I miss her beautiful smile on my Facebook feed. I miss chatting with her in our Kick Ass Cancer Mamas group. I hurt so bad for her sweet chemo baby, Kellen who is just a month older than Elise. No two year old should have to be without their mama. I cry every time I think about him.
RIP Adrienne. Heaven gained one amazing girl this weekend. But you are dearly missed on earth.
Here is as touching news story about Adrienne -- her life and death.
And if Adrienne's story has touched you and your feel compelled to donate, you can donate to her non-profit, Adrienne's Army.