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So, I've lived a pretty normal life. I've never really had any problems with my physical health. In late October, 2015, I was scratching my chest and I felt something weird. "I must have bumped something," I thought. Well, then after awhile I realized it was still there. At Thanksgiving, I had Susan feel it to see if she thought it was weird. She said that it indeed was not normal and to get it checked out. I still thought it was nothing so decided if it was still there in a month then maybe I would go to the doctor. Then the holidays happened. Then there were final exams. ...and it was still there. Ugh. I was so annoyed that I would have to go in and get this "cyst" drained - that's what I kept telling myself this must be. "There's no way I could have breast cancer or something," I believed.
Finally, I went for a mammogram on Thursday 2/4/16 (which I commented was a fun day as 2^4=16...I'm such a nerd). Anyway, right away, they wanted to do a different type of mammogram. Then, they wanted to do an ultrasound. I'm like, "Well this isn't good." Then after the ultrasound, a radiologist...who went to school with my sister...came in and told me she wanted to do a biopsy. Right away I had a feeling of fear yet comfort. I knew something was up, but God was telling me that He would hold me in the palm of his hand the whole way. I would not let them do the biopsy right away because I wouldn't be able to move my arm vigorously for a few days and I had a Dearborn Symphony Concert to play! (#stubborn) So I went back Monday 2/8/16 for my biopsy. They told me it would be 3-5 days for the results. 2 days later, on 2/10/16, my doctor called me and asked me to come in. I'm not an idiot...I knew what that meant. I asked her just to tell me over the phone. Although she didn't want to because of the sensitive nature of her message, I insisted that she did...and she informed me that they found carcinoma...cancer. My world stopped.
But I have to pick myself up and keep going. It's exhausting, but it's what I have to do.
This is my journey through all of this. The journey of a single 39 year old woman who is still searching for that soulmate (...and who is going to want to deal with all this crap?!?). The journey of a high school math teacher of 17 years who hates missing school because it messes up her calendar and who lives her life for her "kids" at school. The journey of a tutor who loves helping kids that struggle but also needs the extra money to help pay off school debt. The journey of a girl who loves to play the violin and wants to continue making music. The journey of a chic that loves to sing on stage, be the center of attention, and rock out sometimes. The journey of a child of God who goes to Church every Sunday, sings in her choir, is called the "angel" cantor/soloist, teaches Catechism, helps out at Bible School, volunteers at the Food Outreach Program, and serves on the Discipleship Commission. The journey of a girl with an incredible support system of the best family, friends, and acquaintances anyone could wish for. Here's hoping I can continue to be blessed with the best possible outcome from all this...