After a shower one evening, I did my self exam as I often have for many years.
I felt a very tiny pea-like lump. At time I really thought it was nothing. I had just had back surgery to take out a simulator that caused a bad infection, so I sort of put that thought of finding that little pea away.
Time quickly passed and before I knew it, it had increased in size. I could feel the difference, definitely bigger. So off I went to visit the doctor.
After five weeks of unavailability, my doctors office had a change and I was able to get a mammogram. Following the mammogram, I was told I needed more tests and then a biopsy.
It was no secret, I looked at the ultrasound and could see that a storm was approaching. I really thought.
The tech told the doctors that it was invasive and I already knew what it was.
Things seemed so unreal to me. I was out on a journey no one should ever go through.
My battle, scars had just begun.
Fortunately, I had a lot of support from my hubby, dad, kids and grand kids.
I arrived at a hospital in Sugarland, Texas. I was about to loose one of my breast and then have tummy tuck to tunnel upward to make a new breast.
Amazing, I thought. And that’s when another fight began.
The next challenge came after six lymph-nodes were removed. When they were done, in the wee hours of the morning; I cried telling my nurse I was in pain, and of course she gave me more pain medication. But that’s not what I needed.
The doctor arrived a few hours later. By that time, I was losing blood fast. How could she not see my chest all purple?
Well all in all, I went into a second surgery, then a third all within 24-hours.
It was a nightmare, but I fought harder.
After numerous surgeries and a reconstruction. I endured 16 rounds of Chemo, lost my hair and then faced more setbacks from infections.
Today, I am 57-years old. I was diagnosed at 54 and have been in remission. For the second year, I am grateful for my sisters in pink. Fight Like A Girl.
Together we recover, we tell our stories, we comfort one another. We cry, we laugh, but most of all, we FIGHT LIKE HELL.
Something that I always tell women I encounter is to always, always get a mammogram; and if you don’t at least self check. It only takes a second.
This is my warrior story, Fight Like A Girl!