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This is my beautiful mom. She was diagnosed with breast cancer about 10 years ago and is a survivor. She is an inspiration. In fact, she is the inspiration behind our Pay it Forward! program. Read her story.
The year was 2004. My husband and I had recently signed a contract to have a new home built in another city which would mean a move from the home we had lived in for 25 years and friends we had been acquainted with for more than 30 years. It was a big move, a very big move, and we were excited and anxious for our home to be completed in February 2005. This was going to be a new beginning for us and we were very happy.
I have always taken care of myself…exercised regularly, ate nutritious food, took calcium supplements daily, kept my weight under control, and was proactive in guarding my health, so when it was time for my yearly mammogram it was just routine. It was October, my favorite month of the year. My daughter and her family and my husband and I were camping on the California beach when the phone call came…something about my mammogram “was not normal” and further tests would need to be done when I returned home. As disconcerting as that kind of phone call can be, I had no idea at the time how the next several months would change our lives forever.
Following another mammogram and a biopsy I was diagnosed with estrogen-positive breast cancer and would need a lumpectomy to remove the cancer and radiation treatment for a couple of months to kill any rogue cancer cells. No big deal, right? Until I finally met with my oncologist for the first time and he informed me then that they feared the cancer may have spread to my lymph nodes, which would now require chemotherapy for five months prior to radiation and my treatment was to begin as soon as I could take the many tests required to determine if my heart and other vital organs were healthy enough to deal with what lay ahead. I had no idea what that would be.
My first treatment was the day after our 36 year anniversary, just four days before Christmas. For anyone who has not experienced chemotherapy it’s impossible to explain the feelings surrounding it. I just remember my PA saying to me on the first day of treatment, “Let’s go kill some cancer,” which I found to be an odd comment at the time but later came to appreciate her positive and upbeat personality and attitude about cancer. I also came to realize that the cancer treatment is so harsh that it nearly killed the cancer and me!
At first I think I was in denial about the physical changes that would happen to me; I was certainly not able to comprehend all the changes that were about to take place. Before the first treatment I shopped around a bit for a wig, didn’t like what I found and changed my focus to a cute little hat or two that I could wear “in case” my hair fell out, and ended up buying nothing. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. It turned my stomach to think about. My PA had told me that not everyone’s hair falls out and maybe I could be that someone. But sure enough, within a matter of days following the first chemo my hair started falling out…on my pillow, on the car seat, in the shower, when I tried to comb it…and that was gross! So I asked one of my daughters to shave my head and get it over with. Oh, dear, what a terrible day that was.
You know, for men bald is cool nowadays but for women it’s pretty devastating to your emotional well-being, and this was so totally beyond my control. And then slowly I watched my eyelashes fall out one by one until the very last stubborn lash hung on for months and I let it! Soon my brows were gone also. I came to the conclusion that losing my facial hair was what made me look sick, and to some extent to feel sick, and I hated that I looked sick. So I ended up with a wig (which gave me a headache every time I wore it, so I didn’t any more than was necessary) and a few little hats that I wore some of the time. And I eventually embraced the bald look and went au natural most of the time, even when out in public. I painted my eyebrows where I thought they should be (thank goodness for Maybelline) and picked out a little pair of earrings that I felt was the only thing I could do to make me feel less ugly or at least a little feminine, and I wore them daily; in fact, the truth is it’s been more than ten years since my cancer battle and I continue to wear the same little earrings every day as a constant reminder that I’m a CANCER SURVIVOR! And there is a reason that I am…my journey in life is to find that reason, strive to act upon it daily, and be a better person because of this experience.
There’s a whole list of physical changes to my body from the cancer, chemotherapy, and radiation, some I still deal with, but I am alive and I have hair! God has blessed me greatly because of my battle with cancer. I came to appreciate more the gift that my Heavenly Father has given me of good health, no longer taking it for granted as a result of what I do to preserve my health. I came to appreciate more my sweetheart and his loving care and support and my family’s love, support, and thoughtfulness. And something really wonderful happened during chemotherapy…my heart became tenderized, and I was blessed with the ability to empathize more with others who are struggling with their own battles, whether with cancer or other trials in their lives.
My husband and I decided to go ahead with our plans to move in the middle of cancer treatment and we are so very glad that we did. We met wonderful new friends and enjoyed many more family get-togethers with children and grandchildren and now have those wonderful memories. In spite of cancer, it was a very happy and exciting time in our lives and we actually felt very blessed. There are too many women who don’t survive breast cancer and my heart breaks each time I hear about one of those women or read their story. I pray for their families.
I didn’t become a cancer activist, I didn’t change much about my exercise routine or my eating habits, and I don’t talk much about my cancer experience, but I continue to work at discovering the reason that I ‘m a survivor and the good that my Heavenly Father wants me to accomplish. And with His help I will.