Hope. It seems like something everyone tries to hold on to. A feeling of wanting something to work out for the better so badly, but a sense that is sometimes so undeniably hard to fathom having when you are faced with some of the most unthinkable tragedies this world has to offer. But sometimes, hope is all we have to get us through. I was 37 years old when my world was flipped upside down. It was almost the end of 2018. My husband and I had been married for nine years, and I was a mother to two young children - our two precious boys were four years old and just seven months old--Babies. I was an elementary school teacher on maternity leave, trying to enjoy what was left of my time off. Then, on the night of December 9th, my world stopped. My kids were with my husband, and I was in my room changing my clothes. My left breast felt weird. Itchy. Like I wanted to scratch my skin off, itchy. It was red and inflamed, so I knew something was wrong. And that’s when I started to feel around, a