The night before diagnosis I was in prayer at my bedside when God spoke to me. He said “What if I have a plan to provide that will not be what you had in mind?” I knew that tomorrow would be a big day either I would be getting a diagnosis of just an infection and discussing medication and moving into an apartment in Lilburn; or I would have to cancel the apartment and learn about cancer treatment. I continued to hope that cancer was not in my future.
My worst fear was realized when I was diagnosed with Stage Three Inflammatory Breast Cancer with my parents on speaker phone with the surgeon. The day became a blur for me after that. I talked with my parents and called my friends Gina and Dawn. I managed to make it to work for an hour because I had an appointment with my first Oncologist. I was told once again that the diagnosis was confirmed that and that I would start Chemotherapy right away. I would have twenty sessions.
After leaving the Oncologist’s Office I locked myself in a single stall bathroom and thought that my life was over. For the first time ever in my working life I asked my parents to call my boss and tell her that I would be back tomorrow.
My friends and family tried to tell me that this was not the case that there would be life after cancer. It wasn’t until I had talked with a breast cancer survivor Ellen who I had met while attending events at FoxTale Book Shoppe. I asked if we could talk. That night we talked and I laughed for the first time and had hope for survival. I craved speaking to other survivors. Ellen asked me to come to this author’s premier party for her latest book later that week. This event also benefited breast cancer. I attended and was glad to support this author. I was glad to get support from Ellen and her staff in my journey. They continue to be a source of encouragement for me
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