At the age of 13, I was diagnosed with osteosarchoma (bone cancer). At that time I underwent a total knee replacement and 1 year of chemotherapy. Since then I had 2 knee surgeries and had been in remission for almost 20 years. This past May, something just wasn’t right. I felt a large lump on my breast and it was sore. Because of my previous cancer history any little thing and I’m at the doctor. I guess that’s a good thing because when the did the mammogram they saw that there was a large mass on my left breast. Same breast that I had two cyst in previously. Because I was about to have surgery to remove fibroids that same month the doctors just took the opportunity to do a breast biopsy.
At the age of 31, I was diagnosed with DCIS, and my 2nd battle with cancer. I was devastated! When I received my diagnosis, I remember just saying “no, not again”. I cried and I prayed, I even questioned God by asking him why. Why did I have to go through this AGAIN? Initially they thought that it was not invasive but after further test they saw that 2 inches of it was. Because of my cancer history I made the decision to have a double mastectomy done even though I was tested for the gene and did not have it, nor was there any family history.
Three weeks after my diagnosis, I had a bilateral mastectomy (June 10, 2013) and in July of 2013, I started chemo. Making the decision to have the mastectomy was one of the hardest decisions I have ever had to make and one of the hardest producers I have ever had to go through. I had to have chemo twice a month for 4 months. It was the longest 4 months of my life! Losing my hair all over again, losing my taste, and having to be stuck in my chest to receive the chemotherapy brought back old memories and made me depressed. Some days I felt like I didn’t want to do it anymore but I knew I had to, not for me, but for my little girl! In May of this year, I completed my reconstruction process.
The devil thought he had me, he thought he won but my God’s word says different. God did it before and I knew he would do it again. Going through chemo and having a bilateral mastectomy was hard. Some days I felt like I could not do it anymore BUT GOD…God sent me strength in the form of my praying family and friends. They were/are my rocks! Where I am weak God showed me he was strong. I continued to have faith and sometimes it was as small as a mustard seed but God’s word says that is all we need. I trusted him to get me through and knew that no matter how bad or how weak I felt he was holding my right hand and covering me with his grace. I know that no matter what I have gone through, I was NOT built to break!!