In 2011, while pregnant with my 4th child I found a lump. I didn't think much because I knew I was starting to produce milk. I told my OB. He wasn't worried but sent me for an ultrasound and biopsy.
Everything was ok until I got “THE” call. It was surreal. This can’t be! I'm pregnant! Sobbing, I embraced my husband who came home when I called. I told myself they'd just cut it out and I’d be ok.
The oncologist dashed my hopes. The aggressive cancer required chemo immediately. I was stunned. Momentarily I forgot I was 6 months pregnant! I was reassured the chemo wouldn’t harm the baby.
Two weeks later and overwhelmed, I waddled into my 1st chemo session with my husband by my side, facing my biggest fear. A peace came over me when the chemo nurse whispered, "bye bye cancer". I knew God was present.
A flood of people came to our side.
Surprisingly there were many “pleasant" memories. My children were my antidepressants and my healers.
After 4 rounds of chemo I gave birth to a HEALTHY girl, never thinking I’d be bald while giving birth. My baby had more hair than I did! We basked in amazement at her very life! My moments were cut short when reality of treatments and surgery loomed ahead.
2 weeks later I was back in chemo, baby and all. A harder part of this journey was not being able to care for my newborn and 3 others. I trusted my village to watch my children. I had so much to fight for. After the last chemo I had a double mastectomy and was grateful, the cancer had not spread. Following genetic testing I had a hysterectomy and in 2012 was my final surgery.
It's now 2.5 years later and most of the time cancer seems far away. I never want to forget my "adventure" of hope and pain. Cancer tried to take us all down but we are unscathed and grateful to be not just survivors but Thrivers! LOVE is ALL powerful!
Petaluma, CA
