Survivor Saturday w/Mia Wright - Maryland Photographer

The best thing about this personal project for me is all of the amazing women that I am meeting through this and the stories that I am hearing!  Ms. Mia Wright is no exception and we had a great time laughing and talking during her photography session.  Here is Mia's survivor story!

Mia Wright is a lover of all things fashion forward, she is full of life, and a three-time ovarian cancer survivor. Mia was originally diagnosed in 1999 at the age of 23, experienced a recurrence in 2007, and overcame a terminal diagnosis in 2013. Mia triumphed in her fight against this disease, and now uses her experience to help advocate and educate other women on the importance of recognizing the silent signs of ovarian cancer. Creating creating a nonprofit organization called We Can-Cer vive (WCV). WCV is a 501 (c)(3) cancer awareness, patient advocacy nonprofit organization that supports cancer patients and survivors financially, physically, and spiritually. WCV also educates the community on prevention, risk factors, signs and symptoms, as well as, raise funds to support cancer trials in hopes of finding a cure for cancer. She has been honored and received numerous awards for her creative and authentic way of encouraging everyone in her presence or attendance at her numerous events-not just the CANCER HEROES participating- to candidly and openly share health experiences, information related to care, and network with others. Mia’s inspiring story and message will be featured in an upcoming cancer anthology, as well as, her own personal memoir.

Mia wrote this in an essay...I should be dead. At least that's what oncologist wanted me to believe. The disease that has plagued me for the past 15 years had returned and quite frankly, at stage IV, there was nothing left to do. It was over. My doctor suggested palliative care: hospice. Mind you, months earlier I had a routine PET scan, which included a biopsy, which demanded having my right ovary and fallopian tube removed along with a teeny, tiny portion of my colon uprooted and reconstruct it. My recovery plan – initially – was simple: radiation therapy treatments. Which oscillated into a chemotherapy/radiation cocktail that eventually would produce absolutely no success of shutting out, ejecting or even destroying this ugly, awful illness -cancer. The harsh reality: I was getting worse. I was dying. Period. Still very desperate to live. And while I prayed feverishly to God asking, no begging to be healed I also stalked the internet for any answer… any cure. I was willing to do anything at this point. After calling several Mayo clinics, Cancer Centers of America, even as far as Paris, France, I unearthed a highly effective, yet dangerously experimental, chemotherapy drug called Avastin. Avastin drugmakers vaunted about improving the survival rate of ovarian cancer patients who have been unsuccessful with all the chemotherapy drugs. But Avastin was FDA approved for colon cancer, not ovarian cancer. And even though part of my colon was affected, in the crazy cancer world the area where you are initially diagnosed is the type of cancer you always have. Let me give you an example: I'm diagnosed with ovarian cancer. It moves to my toe. I don't have ovarian and toe cancer. No, I have ovarian cancer that metastasized (moved) to my toe. Despite how excellent Avastin appeared to benefit my fight, it was considered not conventional and my insurance company was not going to pay one dollar towards any such treatments. The side effects alone -they warned – from this marvel drug could kill me. Internal bleeding, liver failure, kidney damage, severely damaged bones and teeth. I didn't care. The fact that it would probably cost me an estimated $48,000 per treatment and I would need at least 10 didn't even ruffle my feathers at all. I just wanted...no I needed to be cured and I didn't care how. I was going to make a way!"

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Website: ‪www.we-can-cervive.org