It began in August of 2013. My faithful pup kept coming and pushing on my right breast, night after night, until one night I got mad, pushed her aside, looked at my husband and said, “Am I dying and I don’t know it!?”
Yes, I was, and she had pinpointed the exact spot–and saved my LIFE!
Fast forward to Sept 23rd, 2013. I was at work. The doctor called. At first it was the niceties, how are you, that normal thing, then BAM – lights out!
“We found cancer.”
The room spun. I felt sick, and I slumped as I started to cry. I wanted to run, just to run.
The following weeks and months were filled with 18 rounds of chemo, hair loss, weight loss, and six surgeries. While I worked through all of these changes and events, stress and anxiety overwhelmed me. To this day, I still feel those effects.
I went through some unbelievably stressful things. From my brother committing suicide two weeks after my diagnosis, to my employer telling me that she has “a lot of employees with cancer and they come to work”, like I hadn’t planned on coming in. Stress on top of stress.
My life has totally changed. But I fought hard to prove others wrong!
I will survive!
I am Strong!
I will RISE!
Heaven didn’t want me, and Hell was afraid I’d take over!
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.