I was shocked when the doctor told me I had stage 2 breast cancer and that I was having a double breast removal as soon as possible. This all started with routine exams. But like a lot of people at this time I had no health insurance!
I was was scared to find out what my treatment options were! Chemo was worse than the surgery! I puked almost everyday and food had no taste – it was like eating cardboard! My husband, the love of my life, stood right beside me the whole time! We took this journey together for better or worse! We also had a little help from my husband’s family!
I was just told on Tuesday of last week that it looks real good! Meaning I am CANCER FREE! Still a long way to go, but as my husband says we will make the trip together! Now we will see the plastic surgeon to start the reconstruction process – meaning, hopefully, in a few months I will have new boobies!
Don’t get me wrong – I had my problems with depression, anxiety, fear that I would die. Breast Cancer does not run in my family history – it was lung cancer! My grandmother, my mother, and my younger sister all died of lung cancer!
I will tell you that when my hair fell out, I had a hard time dealing with quite a few things that were happening to my body! I was going through chemo in the hot months of the year, and people would look at me funny because I was wearing a beanie cap on my head, because it made me feel uncomfortable, cause people would stare at me! No one ever asking me if I was sick or stupid for it was over 100 degrees outside!
I am still dealing with the fact I had cancer! I want you to know the power of prayer is the most wonderful gift someone can give you. I finally realized that the DEVIL gave me cancer and God dealt with it! Now I hope to live many years cancer free! Moms, if you have daughters please sit down and talk to them about self exams! It may save their life someday!
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.