Day 3 – My Healing Journey

Hi everyone,

So at the end of yesterday’s post, I had just gone in to get the biopsy. 

When we hear the word biopsy, we automatically associate it with pain, trauma, and ungodly fear.

I am happy to say, that it was a relatively easy procedure, a little pain for the numbing injection and basically just a lot of pulling and pushing tissue so a little pressure while they put the needles in. Overall, I was quite happy because I had stayed up the whole night before an utter fear of the procedure. I wasted a good night of sleep for nothing.

I had to wait a few days for the results and I will never forget the day I receive them. It was May 1st, my daughter’s birthday.  It was supposed to be a day of celebration.

I had just been to a client and I hadn’t eaten breakfast so I was very hungry and decided to drive through and pick up some food. I was sitting in the line to pick up my food when the phone rang.  It was the doctor from the breast imaging center.  I froze.

I didn’t know whether to answer it or call him back. I felt a wave of fear wash over my body as I answered the phone. Before he could say anything, I told him I was not in a convenient place to talk and then I would call him back in five minutes. I collected my food, drove into a parking space and sat there, not wanting to make the call. my gut told me it was not good news.

After going through the iterations of “there is nothing to fear but fear itself” and

telling myself that I should choose love over fear, I finally dialed his number and tried to pull myself together.

As suspected, he indicated that I had two lumps, one right under the nipple which was no surprise to me, and that I also had a second one deep along the back wall on the right side. He confirmed that the one at the top was cancerous but that the one in the back was not.

No one wants to hear the words “you have cancer”, but here I was listening to those words; words that I never thought I would ever have to hear…