Arpi Hamilton

Have you ever have that feeling where something is wrong but you can’t quite put your finger on what? You know Like in the movie Home Alone before the mother realized her son was forgotten? That’s how my story starts. I had known something was different for some time, but just didn’t know what it was. I found a lump a few months back but didn’t do anything about it. I figured it was probably my WebMD hypochondriac way of telling myself that the paper cut was actually a broken arm so I shrugged it off. It kept nagging me though, so I happened to mention it to a good friend of mine. She pushed me to make an appointment before I left for vacation. I did. The first available appointment was not until I returned from our trip on December 8th. This was fine with me as I was focused on the beach and what trip I could book next at this point. I contacted my doctor and had them write up a referral so I could have the tests done at the hospital I work at. For those that do not know, I work at Cancer Treatment Centers of America (insert shameless plug here). I joke, but in all honesty they are considered one of the best of the best to receive these types of treatments. Not only due to their leading practices and scientific breakthroughs; but also because I trust them. I knew that my “family” would take care of me better than someone who didn’t have a stake in me (and I don’t just say that because that’s how my bills are paid). From there the rabbit hole opened up pretty quick. By the 9th, I was having a mammogram and ultrasound. Immediately the Dr. said it was suspicious and needed to do a biopsy. I was born on April first but this was no joke. I was in shock and literally walked out without allowing him to do the biopsy.  I wasn’t prepared and was taken off guard. I needed time to process. By Monday I came to my senses and went ahead and had the biopsy done. Before I left that office that day, I knew it was bad. A woman knows her body and I just knew. I did my best to have faith and say my prayers; but my prayer was for strength for whatever was about to happen. By Wednesday the 14th of December, I was diagnosed with Invasive Ductal Carcinoma.I’m only at the beginning of my journey. Stay tuned for my big finish.

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. ~ Jeremiah 29:11