2012 was to be my year and my family’s year. I graduated the police academy and was in line for a deputy position in the county we live in. My husband and kids had sacrificed so much for me last year so that I could follow my dream to work in law enforcement.
February rolled around and it was time for my annual pap smear and mammogram. I was a little hesitant since I just had a major physical for the Sheriffs Office , but I did it anyway. My doctor is 2 days older than dirt , but I LOVE him to death! He decided I should have an ultrasound of my breast. I asked ‘Why?’ to which he replied ‘because I said so and you have old boobs!’ Which was a dig at me since I was turning 46 in a few weeks. So because he’s the boss, I did it. Bam! Something funky showed up. My doctor decides its a good idea to do an MRI, so I do. Bam! More funky shows up! Now a biopsy/mri , Happy Valentine’s Day to me! But I go along with it because nothing is EVER wrong with me . I DON’T GET SICK! I am the strongest woman I know. I spent the last 9 months as the Captain in a male dominated police academy. I’m waiting for the ‘call’ saying I got my dream job.
Friday, March 2nd, I get ‘the call’ from the Sheriff himself congratulating me on being the ‘newest member of the Monroe County Sheriff’s Office, Deputy Gonzalez. Happy Birthday!’ Monday, the 5th, is my actual birthday but this was the greatest early birthday present. My family was crazy excited!!
Until Monday, the 5th, when I got ‘the call’ that changes a person’s life. My biopsy came back , ‘you have breast cancer’. I couldn’t speak… one tear rolled down my face. All I said was ‘you’re wrong’. The doctor made the appointment with the surgeon and I agreed, but insisted they needed to figure out how to fit this cancer into my life, because I just got my dream job and have no time for this crap! At my appointment with the surgeon, I got a real quick lesson in DCIS breast cancer, and decided to move forward with the bilateral mastectomy.
I wasn’t happy with any of it, but I will be alive. I would see my kids grow up and grow old with my husband. I had to stop trying to dictate to my cancer how things were going to go. HA! My cancer has its own schedule, and could care less what I wanted to do. I felt so guilty having to put my family through this after all they had to sacrifice for me last year.
I thought for sure I would lose my ‘dream job’, but this Sheriff’s wife was a 15 year survivor. He told me to take however much time I needed to get well, that they will hold my spot! He also told me my new ‘extended family was behind me all the way’. My husband and kids have been a huge inspiration to me and I could never have gotten over this so quickly without them.
Today , I am 15 days post op, 100% cancer free, and starting reconstruction and physical therapy. I will start my new job, my dream job, May 7th!!
Criminals beware!I beat cancer and you may be next!
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.
This story 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.