In February 2003, Jill Wiechert—34-years-old with a full head of hair and carrying a three-week-old baby girl—showed up at Johns Hopkins Hospital for her first round of chemotherapy. It was a scenario she could have hardly imagined in May 2002, when she got married and found herself getting pregnant on her honeymoon.
Six months later she found a lump in her breast and called her obstetrician, who sent Wiechert for a sonogram. “From there I went to a surgeon, who believed there was a 90 percent chance that this was just a cyst, and I had a biopsy,” says Wiechert. “Two days later my husband and I were listening to people recommend that I have both breasts removed.