This story initially appeared on Behind the Whistle, the official blog of the IWLCA, and is being republished with permission from the organization. Mikaela Rix is a 2015 graduate of Boston College.
May 20, 2019. Almost four years to the day of my graduation from Boston College, I was diagnosed with Stage 1 Invasive Ductile Breast Cancer at the age of 26. When Liz Robertshaw, my former Team USA coach, reached out to me to see if I wanted to share my story during Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I was honored. I immediately called my sister, Morgayne, (a former Johns Hopkins lacrosse player) to ask her how to possibly share my cancer journey with a “lacrosse analogy.” After deliberating back and forth, I realized that being a former college lacrosse player had prepared me for the “Game of Life.”
On the day I was diagnosed, the first call I made was to family to share the news. The second I hung up with my family, I immediately got on the phone with Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center (MSK) to see how soon I could get in for an appointment. I had my scouting report hat on and was ready to analyze the key players, come up with a game plan and figure out a way to win. The opponent this time wasn’t the typical ACC rival I had become accustomed to during my time on the lacrosse field. It was a disease that affects one in eight women in their lifetime with the average age of diagnosis at 65 years old.
I met with my surgeon, Dr. Mary Gemignani at MSK, where I underwent a series of tests. After an ultrasound, additional biopsy, mammogram, MRI and genetic testing, we analyzed our scouting report and came up with a game plan on how we would beat my cancer. The starting lineup was set.
I would have a lumpectomy and radiation because this course of treatment has the same cure rate when paired with hormone therapy as a single or double mastectomy. On July 1, I had my lumpectomy. After a few weeks of rest and recovery, we met with my medical oncologist, Dr. Shari Goldfarb at MSK, to figure out what the second half of treatment would be. We circled up in the locker room (her office) and determined the best defensive strategy would be eight rounds of chemotherapy, followed by 20 radiation treatments and then hormone therapy once that all finished for 5-10 years.
The eight months of my cancer battle were long and isolating. The world continued to go on around me. People got engaged, married, had babies, got promoted, had fun, all while I sat on the sideline of my life. However, I knew I wasn’t riding the bench alone. My family, friends and co-workers rallied and cheered me on as I battled through the treatments. They dropped off meals (and chocolate chip cookies), sent care packages and even came and sat with me through the 5-hour long chemo sessions. They texted and called to check in and get an update on what I was bingeing on Netflix or what book I was reading. They helped me keep my mindset positive, remain focused on the task at hand and prepared for whatever obstacle was next.
During my treatment process, my sister Marguerite hosted a small fundraiser to help raise money for breast cancer research to support the incredible doctors, nurses and hospitals; something I did for her when she was facing her own ovarian cancer battle the year prior. These efforts gradually turned into something bigger than we could have imagined. Together, with the help of our sister Morgayne, we founded our non-profit, For All Who Fight.
Through our non-profit, we continue our fight against cancer by raising funds and spreading awareness for the education and early detection for breast and ovarian cancers. Through our efforts, we have raised over $250,000 for our cause. Although my cancer battle is over, I know that there are others who are out there that are facing a similar fight. We hope that by sharing our story, we can help other fighters and build a community so that no one goes through their battle alone.
As I moved from the sideline back into the starting lineup of my life, I want to share with you a few key takeaways from my time on the bench: