This blog was a long time in the making. I have told my daughters over and over that I wanted to find some way to give back. There must be something that I can do to help others. I have received several phone calls /text from friends telling me about someone they knew that was recently diagnosed. I love being able to offer support to others that may be in need.
My daughter suggested I create a blog. Here we are!
I hope that you will visit my page and interact with me and the rest of the community. If you know of someone that can use some tips or a word of encouragement please send them my way. Let’s make this a safe space for people to land to share and take away what they need.
 
Every year I have a regularly scheduled mammogram. March of 2017, I went in for my mammogram and got a clear report. At the end of August, while showering, I felt a lump the size of a pea. I knew in my heart of hearts it was breast cancer. It didn’t hurt or anything it was just there about to change my life. My Mom’s birthday was that weekend so I didn’t want to bother her with it. I called my doctor and told her what was going on. Since breast cancer runs in my family (Mom and Aunt), I have been having mammograms since I was 35. I went in for the diagnostic mammogram, followed by the biopsy a few days later. While at work, I got the call confirming what I already knew. What threw me off was how cheerful the nurse on the other end of the phone was. I was thinking maybe I was wrong. Nope – she told me my test results were positive, and I have breast cancer. Then she asked me if I have a preferred doctor that I wanted to go see. The rest of the conversation was all jibber jabber. I told her I had to go and would call back at another time. I grabbed my friend/coworker and told her the news. I nearly collapsed in the elevator. She called my Mom and asked her to come and get me from work.
I will never forget when my Mom arrived. We sat in the car and embraced each other, and cried.
Ironically one of the things that I was thinking about is how is she going to deal with my diagnosis knowing what she knows and went through herself and again with her sister. How was I going to tell my daughters? Am I going to die? What if they too get breast cancer? I have no job, no insurance, and now I have breast cancer…..what am I going to do?! Join me on my reflecting of my journey and providing support to others.