More than 40 years ago, my mom sat in her doctor’s office pregnant with me and received the news that she had breast cancer. Devastated by the news, her doctors told her not to worry about the baby she was carrying because that life was not important. My mom left the office dazed and almost got hit by the bus coming down the street. My mother took a stand that day and defied her doctors. She was going to fight for the life within her and her own.
On September 21st, I like my mom received the news that I too have breast cancer. I thought that this was a battle that I would not have to fight. I thought that my son would never have to see his mom lose her hair, endure chemo or a mastectomy yet my journey has brought us to this place. Josh and I have always been a team and had each other’s back. He is truly one of my greatest gifts and the sunshine of my life. Just as my mom fought to ensure that I was born healthy I now courageously confront this disease so that I can see my son grow up and live to fulfill his God-ordained destiny.
I am at peace and I walk in victory. A few weeks ago, in 4 am prayer, my pastor, John Hannah declared that this sickness is not unto death. I stand on this proclamation and the God’s Word that promises “By His Stripes We are Healed!” I ask for your prayers as I walk begin this new chapter of my journey.
“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.” Maya Angelou