Hi my name is Rachel. I am a 37 year old mother, wife, daughter, sister, and friend. Now I add the title warrior. My mother was a 20 year breast cancer survivor, so I always knew my risks were higher. When her BRCA testing came back negative it almost gave me false hope that it wouldn’t happen to me.
In late March when I found a lump I really thought it was nothing. In April when it was still there I went and got it checked. On April 19 I had a mammogram and ultrasound. As soon as the radiologist came in I knew it wasn’t good. After a biopsy the next day, and a weekend of waiting for results, (April 22) breast cancer once again turned my life upside down.
Having a ten year old and a seven year old boy, I was flabbergasted. How do you tell them? What do you do? Well what we did was rally together. My friend’s and family have joined together to give me a superhero cape of support. It was defiantly hard. There were days that I thought how much worse could it get. I went from having just breast cancer to having the cancer evolve to stage 3 with 9 of 14 nodes grossly involved in surrounding tissue.
The day I went to get a bone scan and CAT scan to see if it had spread anywhere else was one of the most nerve wrecking days. I almost felt defeated. But by the graces of God that same day I got the news my scans were clean. There it was, the good news we had longed for, the news that would put the wind in my sails and revved me back up for this fight. I am very aware that it guaranteed me nothing but it was what I needed. Since this began I have had a lumpectomy, a sentinel node biopsy, and then an auxiliary node dissection. Now I have started chemotherapy with 4 rounds of AC, then 4 rounds of Taxol. Next I will have a hysterectomy, mastectomy, 33 rounds of radiation healing, and then recovery surgeries.
I know this road is long and it will not be easy. I feel strong though. I have an army fighting with me. My wonderful family and friends have been there every step of the way. Waiting in waiting rooms during surgeries and tests, going to every doctor appointment with me, having a girls day hat party to get ready for losing my hair, dinners, messages, and I even had ten others shave their heads in support this past Sunday. I didn’t shed a tear. I rock the bald head with pride, showing that I am a warrior, and I am fighting hard. It felt so good to take control. I am no stranger to illness. I have two autoimmune diseases that I have dealt with for 10 years. I will fight just as I have with them and cannot wait for the day that I can declare myself a survivor. I cannot wait to finish this journey so that I can help other women find their inner strength to rise up and fight this head on. It has been so amazing already to make a difference and get women to become aware. Every man and women that is fighting the cancer battle please stand up and let people know. They are out there, they care. Together we can bring awareness which brings survival.
The informational content of this article is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.