One day my aunt was carrying out her regular, day-to-day, activities as a single mother of, at that time, three when she found that her breasts were leaking. Unknowingly that was the day that changed her life. After various doctor's visits and a series of tests, she learn that she was in the beginning phases of breast cancer. After an emotional decision, she decided to remove her breast entirely in a double mastectomy. Life appeared to be normal again for her, she even had another child. Upon becoming pregnant with her fifth child, she learned that the cancer had come back with a vengeance and had began to spread to various parts of her body such as her lungs, bones, and spine. There was no way she could take the chemo the way she needed to with the unborn child inside of her. In her case, due to the severity of the situation, she started treatments in her 8th month. She didn't want this for her or the baby but due to the rate of speed it spread, the doctor's informed her that she may not live to be here to give birth. Her diagnosis as of today? The doctors were projecting a few weeks with chemo. They released her into hospice care after deciding that they didn't think that the chemo would work since she wasn't new to the medicines.