My story begins on December 24th when I was 13 years old. My mom, and I together received the news I had an Ocular Melanoma (a rare cancer of the eye).
Prior to a routine optometrist appointment there weren’t any signs nor symptoms that would suggest anything was wrong. However, upon examination, my optometrist said that it appeared I had a freckle on my eye and wanted a specialist to take a look at it. The doctor suggested this as a precautionary note, just to be safe. Within 24 hours, my file had been shared with multiple physicians and specialists who resided at several hospitals and clinics. I was immediately scheduled with a specialist to look into this freckle further.
Two days later, Christmas Eve, after multiple tests and several hours with the doctors, our specialist Dr. Goldbaum walked into the room and, as compassionately as he could, announced the horrifying news: ”You have cancer of the eye and without treatment will have a life expectancy of two to eight months. Even with treatment, there is a 90% chance of it metastasizing to the liver, lungs or brain.” He said he would see me in a few days to discuss the options of my treatment…Merry Christmas.