I had been expecting breast cancer all of my life. My mother was only 38 when she lost her battle with the disease, and I had always been told that I was at high risk. Suspicious findings began showing up on my mammograms in 2010 – microcalcifications twice followed by a biopsy yielding a diagnosis of atypical hyperplasia in 2011. Here it comes, I thought. However, I had good mammograms in 2012 and 2013. Perhaps I had dodged the bullet after all. Fortunately, my doctor ordered a follow-up MRI six months after my last mammogram. There it was – Stage 2 – Grade 3 - Invasive Ductal Carcinoma.
My reaction? Let the fight begin! I had a double mastectomy followed by four chemotherapy treatments. I have been overwhelmed by the support of my family, friends, church, co-workers, and the middle school students that I teach! Their support has given me strength that I never dreamed I could have. My husband has been my strongest supporter during this difficult time. Some people celebrate their twentieth anniversary by taking a cruise or renewing their wedding vows. We celebrated our twentieth anniversary by both getting our heads shaved! I cannot think of a better way for him to show his love and support for me.
Don’t miss those mammograms, girls. If your doctor suggests an MRI – run don’t walk to the nearest imaging center. An MRI probably saved my life.
Phillipians 4 (KJV)
6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
Centre, AL
