My story is about my friend and co-worker, Debbie. She is a full-time Respiratory Tech/Sleep lab tech at Clay County Hospital and works two other jobs to make ends meet for herself and her disabled spouse. She was diagnosed with breast cancer one year ago. She missed five weeks of work when she had a radical mastectomy and her first week of chemo.
After those five weeks, she was back at work full time, taking chemo, and caring for a disabled, dependent husband, who died unexpectedly this month. She is a loving, hard-working person that gives her all to her family, co-workers, and patients. She never complains or asks for help for herself. Every woman touched with cancer is deserving of all we can do for them, but she especially would be so appreciative of your help. Please consider my friend for your support.
Ashland, Alabama
Monday, August 27, 2007
Nancy's Story from New Jersey
My dear friend, Nancy, who is an R.N. is so full of life! She was always the one to arrange all of the Christmas parties for work and collect donations for sick friends. That all changed when her daughter was one year old. She heard the news no one wants to hear, "you have breast cancer, which is in the nodes.”
So...like Nancy, the girl full of life, she started her treatment of radiation and chemo. With two small children in toe she got through it with the help of her family. She was my maid of honor and wore her wig at my wedding!
Years later, the cancer returned to the other breast. Now with two mastectomies behind her and treatment once again, she begins to fight like a trooper. Unfortunately, she works through it all.
The cancer has spread to the bone, then her lung, then they found it in her liver. She was very sick, and I did not think she could make it out of this dark, dark, place. But, she kept fighting. She is at home now...unable to work and has hone health aids to help her.
Nancy is such a special person. She is like my sister, and I draw strength from her. Please consider her for your support for one year. She has done so much for others and deserves some kindness too. I love her and hope she is around for many, many years.
Minehill, New Jersey
So...like Nancy, the girl full of life, she started her treatment of radiation and chemo. With two small children in toe she got through it with the help of her family. She was my maid of honor and wore her wig at my wedding!
Years later, the cancer returned to the other breast. Now with two mastectomies behind her and treatment once again, she begins to fight like a trooper. Unfortunately, she works through it all.
The cancer has spread to the bone, then her lung, then they found it in her liver. She was very sick, and I did not think she could make it out of this dark, dark, place. But, she kept fighting. She is at home now...unable to work and has hone health aids to help her.
Nancy is such a special person. She is like my sister, and I draw strength from her. Please consider her for your support for one year. She has done so much for others and deserves some kindness too. I love her and hope she is around for many, many years.
Minehill, New Jersey
Friday, August 24, 2007
Patti's Story from Iowa
My friend and co-worker, Patti has had great joy and great sadness in her life. Much of each within the last few years. Patti's children are now grown with children of their own, she was embarking on a new real estate career and received the devastating diagnosis of breast cancer. Without missing very many days of work in real estate or in her full time job as a hair stylist, Patti started chemotherapy.
We all watched Patti handle what life had given her with grace and dignity, even as she battled fatigue and the loss of her hair, she worked professionally with clients. Those of us at work marveled at her endurance. Then she received a phone call that changed her life forever.
Her four year old grandson, Joey was in the hospital after a fall at the babysitter's home. The prognosis was bleak and Joey died within a few days, but the tragedy did not stop there. After an emotional funeral, the police informed the family that they suspected abuse from Joey's daycare provider. Within weeks, the babysitter confessed to injuring Joey and causing his death.
When many women would have fallen apart, Patti continued to push ahead with her treatments and sought counseling to deal with her grief, all the while working. Now almost one year later, Patti has received a clean bill of health and is helping her son and his family settle into a new home and a life without Joey. Patti always has a smile for everyone at our office and offers encouragement to others when instead, we should be mindful of her suffering over the last two years. Her hair is back, she wears a lot of pink to honor those who still battle breast cancer, her real estate career is moving along and she carries the tattoo "Joey" on her wrist as a quiet reminder of the sweet boy lost from their family.
To see Patti now one does not know of her joys and sadness, but only of her great faith and love for those around her.
Indianola, Iowa
We all watched Patti handle what life had given her with grace and dignity, even as she battled fatigue and the loss of her hair, she worked professionally with clients. Those of us at work marveled at her endurance. Then she received a phone call that changed her life forever.
Her four year old grandson, Joey was in the hospital after a fall at the babysitter's home. The prognosis was bleak and Joey died within a few days, but the tragedy did not stop there. After an emotional funeral, the police informed the family that they suspected abuse from Joey's daycare provider. Within weeks, the babysitter confessed to injuring Joey and causing his death.
When many women would have fallen apart, Patti continued to push ahead with her treatments and sought counseling to deal with her grief, all the while working. Now almost one year later, Patti has received a clean bill of health and is helping her son and his family settle into a new home and a life without Joey. Patti always has a smile for everyone at our office and offers encouragement to others when instead, we should be mindful of her suffering over the last two years. Her hair is back, she wears a lot of pink to honor those who still battle breast cancer, her real estate career is moving along and she carries the tattoo "Joey" on her wrist as a quiet reminder of the sweet boy lost from their family.
To see Patti now one does not know of her joys and sadness, but only of her great faith and love for those around her.
Indianola, Iowa
My Mother's Story from New Jersey
My story is about my mother, who was a 13 year breast cancer survivor. When she was diagnosed and subsequently had a mastectomy, we were frightened and confused, and very unsure of what we needed to do to help our mother. Her surgery was "same day" and, as you can imagine, she was in extreme pain -- and it hurt all of us to watch her.Needless to say, we stayed by her side on a rotating basis to see to her needs, but we have all been forever changed by her experience.
My brothers, sister and I have been stomping our feet to help to ensure that no one else's mother has to go through the agony our mother did but campaigning for longer hospital stays. Thanks for allowing us this opportunity!
Bridgeport, New Jersey
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Nettye's Story from Tennessee
This story is about my mother, Nettye. She was diagnosed with breast cancer on March 9, 2007. On March 22, she underwent a simple mastectomy of the left breast, and they took lymph nodes to test as well. She came through the surgery just fine and fortunately her lymph nodes were negative for cancer. She chose not to take chemo treatments for various reasons. She turned 70 years old on June 1.
But, this story is not just about my mother because on January 8, 2006, my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 Non Hodgkin’s Lymphoma of the right lung and stomach. He was 70 at the time. He had no choice but to undergo chemo treatments since his cancer was so advanced.
My mother was his caretaker from day one. They have been married 54 years today, July 26. Dad has multiple medical conditions so the chemo was difficult. Mother prayed for him, took care of him, tried to get him to eat when he didn't want to, encouraged him, etc. In July of 2006 dad was found to be cancer free. Both of my parents have been touched by this horrible disease. For all we know mom's battle may not be over as the cancer could return. She has much faith in God, and is leaving it in His hands. My parents are very special people and I am blessed to still have them both in my life.
Henderson, Tennessee
But, this story is not just about my mother because on January 8, 2006, my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 Non Hodgkin’s Lymphoma of the right lung and stomach. He was 70 at the time. He had no choice but to undergo chemo treatments since his cancer was so advanced.
My mother was his caretaker from day one. They have been married 54 years today, July 26. Dad has multiple medical conditions so the chemo was difficult. Mother prayed for him, took care of him, tried to get him to eat when he didn't want to, encouraged him, etc. In July of 2006 dad was found to be cancer free. Both of my parents have been touched by this horrible disease. For all we know mom's battle may not be over as the cancer could return. She has much faith in God, and is leaving it in His hands. My parents are very special people and I am blessed to still have them both in my life.
Henderson, Tennessee
Kitten's Story from Maryland
I am writing about my best friend, Kitten, who was diagnosed with breast cancer just two months ago. As usually is the case, an entire life time has gone by since she first felt that tiny, raisin size lump.
From her first surgery for a lumpectomy, to her bi-lateral mastectomy, reconstruction, chemo and soon radiation, Kitten's positive attitude and sense of humor has amazed me. She is remarkable in so many ways, but Kitten's story is unique… so much so, you might think I was making it up.
When Kitten was just a few years old, her parents found a tumor behind one of her breasts. She received radiation to dissolve the tumor - which may have been why she contracted cancer later in life. She was born with severe spina Bifida and has had numerous operations to correct that. She was in a life threatening car accident when she was a teenager and spent months in the hospital in traction.
A few years ago, her ankle, which had been badly damaged in the car accident, needed something to deal with increasing pain and limp. The doctors suggested ankle replacement, which is still experimental. She decided to go for it, but while under anesthesia, and several hours of surgery, the doctors discovered that the "ankle replacement machine" was not working! She awoke to the bad news, and her ankle was even worse after useless surgery, where they had to put screws in her bones to make up for the damage they had done in preparation for the replacement.
She then opted for an ankle fusion - another surgery and six months of recovery of one leg. She never complained of the incredible difficulty of managing a house, three children, (and did I mention the farm they live on with cats, dogs and horses?) while on one leg and the other leg in a roller.
Then the fateful morning when she awoke to her hand on top of her breast and she felt the raisin size lump. She went to get a mammogram immediately - and sure enough, she needed a biopsy. She had the biopsy on a Thursday afternoon and Friday, the doctor's office called to say that the results were positive, but the doctor was not available until sometime next week to answer her questions.
Kitten went an entire weekend wondering what stage, lumpectomy, mastectomy, chemo, death? Monday came and went, and it wasn't until a full week later when someone from that doctor's office would answer her questions. Apparently the doctor was out of the country on vaction.
It is now two months later and a new doctor and oncologist. She has had a double mastectomy and is the midst of her chemo. She is participating in an NIH study and thus receiving her chemo there.
Kitten is remarkable to me. She has three children and a husband who had stage three colon cancer when he was 38. (He is now in remission)She does not complain, and takes the pain with such dignity. Losing her hair was a blow to someone with long beautiful natural reddish, dark blond hair. Her husband bought her a real hair wig - to the tune of $1,500.00, but she returned it, feeling that it was a waste of money and too vain for someone who still uses mascara that she purchased at the drugstore some 10 years ago.
They don't have much money - barely getting by month to month. Mike, her husband, has a descent job, but in Potomac, MD - the cost of living is very high. They give their children everything, and sacrifice all that they can as parents in order to do so. Kitten hasn't bought herself anything - in their 16 years of marriage - really! Just recently, she bought some new pretty underwear - and let me tell you, that was a big treat.
I wish I could help more. I have helped with the children, the house, etc. But Kitten deserves so much more. She has dreamt of redoing her house - maybe some new cabinets, or glass around their shower, (they don't have any which renders the shower useless). She is embarrassed to entertain, with furniture from flea markets, or hand me downs. She does not have a computer or email.
What a wonderful surprise it would be if your foundation could recognize Kitten in some way. She deserves so much as she has given so much and for some reason God has made her road through life a little rockier than others.
Potomac, Maryland
From her first surgery for a lumpectomy, to her bi-lateral mastectomy, reconstruction, chemo and soon radiation, Kitten's positive attitude and sense of humor has amazed me. She is remarkable in so many ways, but Kitten's story is unique… so much so, you might think I was making it up.
When Kitten was just a few years old, her parents found a tumor behind one of her breasts. She received radiation to dissolve the tumor - which may have been why she contracted cancer later in life. She was born with severe spina Bifida and has had numerous operations to correct that. She was in a life threatening car accident when she was a teenager and spent months in the hospital in traction.
A few years ago, her ankle, which had been badly damaged in the car accident, needed something to deal with increasing pain and limp. The doctors suggested ankle replacement, which is still experimental. She decided to go for it, but while under anesthesia, and several hours of surgery, the doctors discovered that the "ankle replacement machine" was not working! She awoke to the bad news, and her ankle was even worse after useless surgery, where they had to put screws in her bones to make up for the damage they had done in preparation for the replacement.
She then opted for an ankle fusion - another surgery and six months of recovery of one leg. She never complained of the incredible difficulty of managing a house, three children, (and did I mention the farm they live on with cats, dogs and horses?) while on one leg and the other leg in a roller.
Then the fateful morning when she awoke to her hand on top of her breast and she felt the raisin size lump. She went to get a mammogram immediately - and sure enough, she needed a biopsy. She had the biopsy on a Thursday afternoon and Friday, the doctor's office called to say that the results were positive, but the doctor was not available until sometime next week to answer her questions.
Kitten went an entire weekend wondering what stage, lumpectomy, mastectomy, chemo, death? Monday came and went, and it wasn't until a full week later when someone from that doctor's office would answer her questions. Apparently the doctor was out of the country on vaction.
It is now two months later and a new doctor and oncologist. She has had a double mastectomy and is the midst of her chemo. She is participating in an NIH study and thus receiving her chemo there.
Kitten is remarkable to me. She has three children and a husband who had stage three colon cancer when he was 38. (He is now in remission)She does not complain, and takes the pain with such dignity. Losing her hair was a blow to someone with long beautiful natural reddish, dark blond hair. Her husband bought her a real hair wig - to the tune of $1,500.00, but she returned it, feeling that it was a waste of money and too vain for someone who still uses mascara that she purchased at the drugstore some 10 years ago.
They don't have much money - barely getting by month to month. Mike, her husband, has a descent job, but in Potomac, MD - the cost of living is very high. They give their children everything, and sacrifice all that they can as parents in order to do so. Kitten hasn't bought herself anything - in their 16 years of marriage - really! Just recently, she bought some new pretty underwear - and let me tell you, that was a big treat.
I wish I could help more. I have helped with the children, the house, etc. But Kitten deserves so much more. She has dreamt of redoing her house - maybe some new cabinets, or glass around their shower, (they don't have any which renders the shower useless). She is embarrassed to entertain, with furniture from flea markets, or hand me downs. She does not have a computer or email.
What a wonderful surprise it would be if your foundation could recognize Kitten in some way. She deserves so much as she has given so much and for some reason God has made her road through life a little rockier than others.
Potomac, Maryland
Gyda's Story from New York
The year 2001 seemed to be going so well…. I had a great career in commercial property management at a fabulous downtown office complex in Toronto. I was dating a wonderful guy from Buffalo, NY and enjoying our weekends together. I was active, social and healthy – or so I thought.I found the lump under my right armpit one day while showering in late November 2001. I thought nothing of it at the time, just made a mental note of it – there were too many other exciting things going on. By the time my boyfriend and I had made it back from a Christmas vacation getaway, the lump was still there, and I thought I’d better get it checked out. After a myriad of tests and examinations, the shocking news was delivered to me – breast cancer.
I was 33 years old. After the shock dissipated, my wonderful and supportive boyfriend came through in the biggest way. I was diagnosed March 4th, 2002. I was engaged March 8th, we were married on March 16th and he arranged for me to have my surgery and treatment at Roswell Park Institute, in Buffalo, NY.
He never left my side, literally and figuratively, during those first few difficult weeks, and we grappled with the options together. After my surgery (lumpectomy with sentinel node treatment resulting in only five lymph nodes removed) we headed right into a grueling six month course of chemotherapy followed by three months of radiation.
A big part of my recovery and sustenance through this difficult time was my wonderful family (including the new in-laws) friends and co-workers – they made everything so much more bearable! After the hair loss, sapped energy, and various other side-effects were over, I went on with life as normal. We were blessed with twin boys in January 2005, after being told that we might never have kids due to the chemotherapy and other fertility problems. I was beginning to think that life couldn’t get any better, especially since we were approaching my five-year anniversary of being cancer free!
The shock of discovering a second cancer in the spring of this year was almost more unbearable than the first diagnosis five years ago. Now I had so much more to live for, my boys were just two and I had gone back to work only eight months earlier to a great job in Buffalo, where we now lived. It was a new primary breast cancer, secretory carcinoma, which is a very rare form of invasive cancer.
Luckily, we had the same team of talented and dedicated surgeons at Roswell as the first time, and with their consultation, we opted for bi-lateral mastectomy with reconstructive surgery. It was much more intensive and painful than I recall the first surgery being, but the sentinel node treatment came back with negative results and I only needed five lymph nodes removed. Because the cancer hadn’t spread, and the lump was progesterone positive, I was a candidate for hormone therapy, which I started in April of this year. I’m keeping my outlook positive, mostly because I refuse to think of the possible negative consequences of my cancer.
I look at all the great and wonderful things in my life and take joy in them – my philosophy is to let the doctors at Roswell worry about treating my condition – they’re the experts, and I don’t need to worry about anything unnecessarily. So I go on with life as normal, and I’m back to Pilates in the mornings, playing tennis, and hoisting two boisterous boys around my house. Life is good, and I plan to live it!
Amherst, New York
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Kathleen’s Story from New Jersey
In 1988 my first daughter was stillborn at 40+ weeks. Devastated by this tragedy, I thought I had surely "paid my dues" in life only to learn in 1996 that I had late 2nd stage breast cancer at the age of 37. I opted to have a modified radical mastectomy with a TRAM Flap reconstruction (tummy tuck!!). I did 4 months of chemo at that time and finished just in time to celebrate my (second) daughter's 6th birthday. Life went back to normal during the years to follow until that dreaded phone call in 2002 that my numbers were up... then down... then up. They scanned and watched for the next few months until the PET Scan in October 2003 revealed lymph nodes lighting up in the chest and neck area. I began a series of weekly chemo treatments for the next six months - eventually losing my finger nails, toenails, and some of my hair from the meds. After a two month reprieve, I began the Herceptin treatments every three weeks.Since then, I have had 2 more recurrences. I lost both vocal cords because of the tumors pressing on the nerve in the chest, changed treatment drugs here and there and then underwent six weeks of radiation therapy in the city in 2006. I took the hour long train ride into the city each day by myself, in awe of the winter wonderland unfolding around me. I stopped working for just a few months when the traveling and radiation took their toll on me. Earlier this year, they told me scar tissue from the radiation most likely caused Horner's Syndrome, causing my left eye to look half closed (it's a great look!). I continue on my Herceptin and Faslodex treatments every three weeks, knowing full well there is an arsenal of drugs available as I need them. We have come so far since 1996 when I was first diagnosed! During the recurrences, my marriage fell apart and my divorce became final in 2005. While going through treatments, I had to sell my house, pack up my children and move to a place where we could find happiness on our own.
Please DO NOT mistake my story for a complaint, for it is not. It is a lesson. I have taught my children that no one is promised an easy or fair life. Through adversity, one must learn to see the beauty and good in everything. Even the most beautiful rose can have thorns, but it doesn't diminish the beauty of the rose. Through all of these events, I have not lost sight of my faith in God, of how blessed I've been to have the love and support of my family and friends. I have been so fortunate to have excellent doctors and nurses throughout all of this. I try to find something to laugh at each day, even if it's laughing at myself. My smiling face would never reveal the road I've traveled. (Ok, maybe the cockeyed eye and strange voice would give me away.... LOL) Right now, I'm continuing with my treatments every three weeks- until the heart gets too weak to stay on the Herceptin- then it's back to the war chest.
One of my doctors once told me to view this as a boxer going into the ring. Every now and then the bell will ring, and I will have to get back into that ring to fight the fight of my life - again. In between the rounds, I'm going to do everything I can to be stronger, physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. I'm going to wake each day thanking God for bringing me this far. I'm just a single mom trying to make ends meet. I have two children I love very much and who I know love me. My daughter is going off to college this year and I'm learning to deal with the emotional (and financial) changes. I thank God for bringing me this far along my journey - to be able to see her enter the next phase of her life is one of the best gifts I've been given. If I had a chance to redo my life from 1996 and opt out of having cancer, I wouldn't do it. This has been an experience that has shaped my life in so many ways. I truly appreciate my life and do not take one day for granted. I have learned to believe that no matter how bad a situation may seem, one must learn to see the good that will come out of it. I am proud to be a survivor - for each day we live, we are true survivors!
Pennington, New Jersey
Kelti's Story from Utah
My name is Kelti Huber. I just recently got tested and was positive for breast cancer. Before I was tested, I moved from Provo to Vernal to be with a family member who has kidney and liver cancer. I am staying in a camper trailer in their driveway with no heating or cooling. The first couple of weeks I moved out here, my truck broke down and the insurance would only pay for 6 percent of it. My children have all grown up so I can’t get approved for anything. I was working at Seven-11 but am now on medical leave. I had surgery June 4 and had the mastectomy and reconstructive surgery done. I have had two chemo treatments and have three more. A week after my last one I will have to stay in Provo for six weeks for radiation. My two biggest supporters are my two children Timothy and Stella. My hart goes out to all the women and their families who have and are going through this also.
Vernal, Utah
Vernal, Utah
Joanna's Story from Indiana
This story is one of hope, strength, and love. Joanna had a 'baseline' mammogram done to appease her sister who had just found a malignant tumor in her own breast while pregnant with her third child. The baseline mammogram of this 30 year old new mother of a two-month-old handsome red-headed baby boy outlined the ugly shadow of a malignant aggressive tumor.Jo doesn't waste her waning energy asking 'why me' or getting angry at God or the universe. She quietly fights the good fight, works along side her friends when able, loves her son and husband to the max, and gets the most out of every day. Her strength and intelligence and grace are amazing. Her husband shaved her head and his before the chemo created the need; she is absolutely beautiful in her scarves, her love and resolve shine from the inside out. Before the cancer, Joanna radiated a quiet calm and acceptance of how life should be. Now in the middle of the fight, her radiance shines brighter, almost blinding.
At such a young age, Jo has taught me the importance of embracing the day, the hour, the moment we're in with no regret, no reservation and with laughter. There is a gaggle of young folks working with us now, and Jo is a magnificent role model for each of them. We all recognize what's really important in this life with her example. Joanna, Josh and their beautiful little boy Brady will be fine without the gifts you offer here. I can think of no other family that would appreciate or deserve it more.
Indianapolis, Indiana
Cindy’s Story from New Jersey
We lost my mom and three of her sisters to breast cancer, so I always felt the possibility of me getting breast cancer was very strong. Well, at age 37 (same age as my mom) I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was lucky because we were able to find it early. I had partial mastectomy and radiation, and now nine and a half years later I can say I'm doing great. The first three years from diagnosis were very hard. I had one complication after another, but I got better.
I have been involved with the American Cancer Society’s Relay For Life event for the past seven years as a way for me to do my part to contribute to finding a cure. Being involved gives me the opportunity to share the hope, spread the word, and hopefully find that cure. Our life was going along just great when last year my younger sister was diagnosed with breast cancer at age 39. Well, I was somehow prepared for my diagnosis but I never in a million years believed that my sister (who I raised) would ever get breast cancer. She opted for double mastectomy and chemo, so it has been a rough year, but her strength a determination have never wavered. She has three small children and she is determined to get thru this. I'm happy to say she is doing just wonderful.
We are hosting a Breast Cancer Awareness Luncheon on Sept. 30th to kick off breast cancer awareness month. We plan on handing out a lot of information on breast cancer and breast health. We are also working on getting some speakers so that everyone will walk away with a lot more awareness and knowledge on subject. I know we will do it; someday soon we will find that cure so none of our children will have to be faced with hearing those horrible three words, "You have cancer.”
Garwood, New Jersey
I have been involved with the American Cancer Society’s Relay For Life event for the past seven years as a way for me to do my part to contribute to finding a cure. Being involved gives me the opportunity to share the hope, spread the word, and hopefully find that cure. Our life was going along just great when last year my younger sister was diagnosed with breast cancer at age 39. Well, I was somehow prepared for my diagnosis but I never in a million years believed that my sister (who I raised) would ever get breast cancer. She opted for double mastectomy and chemo, so it has been a rough year, but her strength a determination have never wavered. She has three small children and she is determined to get thru this. I'm happy to say she is doing just wonderful.
We are hosting a Breast Cancer Awareness Luncheon on Sept. 30th to kick off breast cancer awareness month. We plan on handing out a lot of information on breast cancer and breast health. We are also working on getting some speakers so that everyone will walk away with a lot more awareness and knowledge on subject. I know we will do it; someday soon we will find that cure so none of our children will have to be faced with hearing those horrible three words, "You have cancer.”
Garwood, New Jersey
Britney’s Story from Ohio
I remember the night my best friend Britney called me on the telephone and said, “My nipple is bleeding.” At 28-years-old, why would my best friend have breast cancer? It seemed impossible. Britney just moved to North Carolina after separating from her husband who had an affair after one year of marriage. She was a victim of domestic violence and had enough courage to pick up and leave her past behind her. Now, in a new town without friends or family, she found out she had ductal carcinoma at 28-years-old.
Britney pushed friends and family away from her during the time she needed us most. Somehow, she went through her double mastectomy and weeks of recovery alone. She told her family and friends that someone was there to help her when if fact she was by herself most of the time. I have tried to search for young survivors support groups for my friend but they are difficult to find. She isn't comfortable being the youngest person at the support groups.
My best friend went through the last year being lost and in denial. She has recently taken steps to move closer to friends and family and is letting us back in to help her and give her the unconditional love and support she needs. Britney is also very independent. She is so independent that she won't ask for help, she won't ask for therapy, she won't ask for support until she has reached her breaking point. By the time she accepted any help, her medical bills had piled up so high. She didn't open her mail for months since she didn't have the money to pay them. My best friend is extremely courageous and very strong. Britney's family and friends are grateful she is one of the lucky ones, and I know Britney knows she is lucky too.
Reminderville, Ohio
Britney pushed friends and family away from her during the time she needed us most. Somehow, she went through her double mastectomy and weeks of recovery alone. She told her family and friends that someone was there to help her when if fact she was by herself most of the time. I have tried to search for young survivors support groups for my friend but they are difficult to find. She isn't comfortable being the youngest person at the support groups.
My best friend went through the last year being lost and in denial. She has recently taken steps to move closer to friends and family and is letting us back in to help her and give her the unconditional love and support she needs. Britney is also very independent. She is so independent that she won't ask for help, she won't ask for therapy, she won't ask for support until she has reached her breaking point. By the time she accepted any help, her medical bills had piled up so high. She didn't open her mail for months since she didn't have the money to pay them. My best friend is extremely courageous and very strong. Britney's family and friends are grateful she is one of the lucky ones, and I know Britney knows she is lucky too.
Reminderville, Ohio
Lulu's Story from California
My story is about my friend Lulu. She was diagnosed a few months ago in early 2007 with Stage IV Breast Cancer that metastasized into her bones. She has three children: a boy just turning seven and twin girls who are five. As the mother of three youngsters, she put their well-being above her own for over a year and ignored the warning signs of the disease. Now, the prognosis is not good and she may never see her children grow up. Nevertheless, she has been taking on the chemotherapy like a woman preparing for a long fight.
Her husband recently sat down with their oldest son and told him that mommy was very sick and there was a chance she might not get better. The boy looked into his father's eyes and told his dad not to worry, that everybody was supposed to see God someday. These children are a testament to my friend's love and commitment to her children. All of her family and friends are praying that God will not want to see Lulu soon. She is an amazing mother and a wonderful friend and we'd love to add her to the list of breast cancer conquerors.
San Diego, California
Her husband recently sat down with their oldest son and told him that mommy was very sick and there was a chance she might not get better. The boy looked into his father's eyes and told his dad not to worry, that everybody was supposed to see God someday. These children are a testament to my friend's love and commitment to her children. All of her family and friends are praying that God will not want to see Lulu soon. She is an amazing mother and a wonderful friend and we'd love to add her to the list of breast cancer conquerors.
San Diego, California
Kellie's Story from Utah
I found a lump in my left breast during a self-exam last January. My doctor sent me for a mammogram, and because the mammogram wasn't conclusive, I also had an ultrasound. The radiologist reported the lump to be a cyst. I received a letter reporting that everything seemed normal, but advised further follow-up. Both my doctor and the surgeon felt it was just a cyst. Because of the size, I opted for a surgical biopsy to make sure. I had the biopsy on a Friday and on Monday I found out that I had cancer.At the end of March, two days before my 35th birthday, I had a mastectomy on my left breast. I had no known risk factors. Thanks to the support of my family, especially my husband and mom, neighbors, friends, and co-workers, I recovered quickly and returned to work two weeks later. I needed to get back to my classroom (I was a preschool special education teacher) and tie up loose ends before taking the rest of the school year off to start chemo treatments.
While waiting to start chemo, the troops were rallied. Car pooling was planned for my school aged son, and his teachers at school were notified. My infant son's care was also carefully coordinated until the time my mom would essentially move in and take care of him and our home.
My cancer was diagnosed as Stage II, Grade 3, Hormone positive and Her2Neu negative. My oncologist informed me that I had the garden variety breast cancer, which is what you want when it comes to medicine, garden variety. He said that he would be surprised at a recurrence and his prognosis was cure. What a relief, not totally, but a relief none the less. Recurrance is not an option for me. I have two young sons who need me, though I need them too. I need them to keep me living.
My seven-year-old was born premature due to my cord prolapsing. He was life-lighted to Primary Children's where he lived for the first three weeks of his life. He is diagnosed with mild cerebral palsy and has made major physical gains over the years. My 15-month-old was also born premature, and also spent time at Primary’s, just a week though. He has Downs Syndrome, but is without many of the health conditions that affect these kids. He does have some minor heart complications that are being monitored by the cardiology department at Primary’s.
I'm writing this on the eve of my last chemo treatment. Tomorrow I will be having my eighth and final treatment. Though it's been a long summer and I have lost my left breast, my hair, lots of sleep, my appetite, my sense of taste, gained a higher sense of smell, endured many different side effects including depression and insomnia, not to mention general aches and pains, I have shed more tears of joy than of sorrow. I have an amazing support group, and I attribute that mostly to the love everyone has for my special boys. My husband is amazing, my mom is an angel, I am so fortunate.
I will be returning to work Monday when the new school year starts in a new position as a 7th grade health teacher. It will be my 13th year as an educator. My son will start 2nd grade; he's so excited. My mom will be hanging around for a few more weeks while I transition back into life. I will hopefully be having a consultation on reconstructive surgery within the next couple of months. I would like to get all of the medical procedures behind me. So, that's my story. For more of my story you can go to my "blog" at http://www.blogger.com/www.caringbridge.org then visit me by typing in Kellie May.
Murray, Utah
Polly's Story from Tennessee
Race against Cancer and how it changed my Attitude......It was January of 2001; I had my annual company physical scheduled, just as I had done for the past 25 years or so.
I was fortunate that the Company I worked for mandated and paid for executives of the Company to have an annual physical; otherwise I might have put off, or even skipped a year.
As the mammogram was taking place, the technician asked "have you felt that"?
Of course I hadn't, I did NOT do self examinations. I do NOW.
I really didn't think to much about what she had said, Or at least I didn't think I did, until one of my friends asked me that week-end if the doctor told me something that I wasn't telling. I had not realized that subconsciously this was bearing on my mind. So I shared with her what had been said, but explained that I didn't think it was anything to worry about, because for several years I had an injury that kept showing up, and it was probably that again.
After all 80% of breast lumps are benign.
When I received the call that week at work, I was very calm, worked all afternoon.
I didn't mention it to anyone.
Driving home that afternoon I thought… I have NEVER been sick, I had not missed a day of work in 40 years, I rarely ever had a common cold .I had only been in the hospital once, and that was to have a baby.
I had NEVER thought that I would be one to have CANCER.
I was the STRONG one in my family of five girls.....they had all had surgeries of different types, even one had cervical CANCER when she was 27.
As I drove home that afternoon I made up my mind that I would
WIN this battle. So I started to plan my strategy.
The first thing I knew I had to do was get my ATTITUDE in a POSITIVE SURVIVAL MODE, which I did!!!
My first surgery was done by a doctor that I didn't like from the moment I met him.
The doctor left the hospital without even talking to me. It infuriated my husband, daughter, and sisters. If you are ever in this situation....ONE thing to remember: Find a doctor you trust.
When I arrived home that AFTERNOON, there was a message on my answering machine:
The doctor had scheduled me for a mastectomy the next week. GUESS WHAT I DID....
I immediately called him back and said "CANCEL IT" and I will NOT be back.
One of my friends, which was a doctor, called me that very night; he had already heard my NEWS.
He asked it he could do anything to help; I asked if he knew anyone at Vanderbilt, would you believe his nephew was on the BOARD there. I had an appointed with the Director of the Breast Clinic on the following on Tuesday.
I went with my all my X-Rays, Pathology Reports from the past five years, and a notebook full of questions. The Doctor was fantastic, but talked as fast as fast as a freight train. So every
time there after I took a tape recorder, which he approved.. I didn't want to miss a word.
After a series of x-rays and scans, he confirmed that I still had cancerous cells. But, he did NOT
think a mastectomy was necessary. This was music to my ears. It is always good to get a second opinion.
He discussed with me a procedure that he himself had helped develop: a procedure called
MAPPING it is similar to that of a heart couth; he used needles, 11 of them to be exact, to injected radioactive active imaging into my breast, that showed exactly where the Cancerous cells existed. BOY WAS IT PAINFUL......but it was EFFECTIVE.
The Surgery was successful, my doctor didn't think from what he could see, that it was in the
Lymph nodes, but would NOT know for sure until results from the
Pathology Report came back, he said I could expect that in a couple of days.
The phone call came; sure enough it was in the two lymph nodes he had removed,
So back for more surgery, he removed 11 more nodes and also put the port in for my Chemo
Treatments, this was the only time I had stayed over night in the hospital.
That was a real experience. My sister had talked my husband into her staying with me, she was afraid that he might sleep to sound and not wake up if I needed him. I was in lots of pain, couldn't use either arm, it was hard to raise up out of bed, I kept asking the nurse to give me something for the pain.
She said she couldn't, it wasn't on the chart.....I never went to sleep.....Long about 1:00 AM, the hospital Fire Alarm went off. I had to wake my sister up, she was snoring and sleeping like a baby. Fortunately it was noting but one of the nurses burned her popcorn.
I went home waiting for the Pathology Report. WONDERFUL news This time all the nodes
were clear, I was to recuperate from my surgeries, then start my Chemo in four weeks.
Within the first week my arm and hand began to swell. I knew from what I had read and studied that it was lymphedema, I spoke with my doctor but he didn't think that it coud
possibly be lymphedema, it norally didn't appear this quick. So back to my surgeon to get it
checked out....to his suprise it was LYMPHEDEMA.
So I went to theaphy with the ATTITUDE I CAN WIN THIS BATTLE too.
I would have to wrap my arm every night, and wear an elastic sleeve and glove every day. The thearaphist told me I would have to wear this forever....But luckly I don't. I continue to sleep in an elastic sleeve on my arm, every night.
Did you know that more women survive Breast Cancer than any other type of cancer?
Over the next eight months I had eight rounds of Chemo and 37 radiation treatments. I never got upset or cried except when I lost my hair. It is NOT a pretty sight to look in the mirror and see yourself with not one hair on your body, not even an eye lash.
But I had purchased a wig, styled it to look as much like my hair as possible, wore BIG ear rings and bright color clothes, no one even knew when I had lost my hair, I had people ask me, WHY didn't you ever loose your hair? I proudly told them I was wearing a wig.
I loved my Oncologist.....he would always tell me I was his favorit patient, since I never came in complaining or talking about how bad I felt. I would do research and then ask him what his opinions were.
I went to work when I didn't feel like it. Some afternoons I didn't think I had the energy to
drive home. When anyone would ask how I felt, I always said GREAT,
I knew whatever I was focused on was what I would reproduce, so I was always GREAT.....
My Oncologist suggested I NOT get in large crowds and not be around youngters, because you
have a low resistance to disease. He even suggested that I might need to take a leave from work.
I had decided already that I would keep things as normal as possible. So I worked everyday, except the day I went for my Chemo, Went to Church every Sunday, went out to eat on the week-ends. Went to my grandsons baseball games. I did all the routine things.
I had a RACE TO WIN... I HAD to keep pushing forward...
Being diagnosed with CANCER is a stressful experience, filled with emptional
and physical issues.
My husband had always been wonderful and helpful around the house. but during
this time, he was exceptional. He was always there, along with my daughter and sister.
I was so fortunate to have a WONDERFUL FAMILY and so many friends at my side.
My husband took me for every treatment, although others volunteered.
He cooked, cleaned, washed and pampered me, as he always did. My Aunt stayed
with me during the day after each of my surgeries, God Bless Her Soul, the next
year she was diagnosed with cancer and she lost the BATTLE...
Most of our food was brought in from family and a host of friends. It was so much, we had to
ask people to wait a few days before bringing more food.
I am so thankful that I live in a community that is so caring and giving.
Beside food, I received hundreds of "get well cards", notes and encouragement from this
community and across the country, I know I received cards from every Church in this county.
I needed all the prayers I could get. These acts of caring & concern has certainly made
me more cognise about reaching out to people today.
One of things that strengthened me most was PRAYER,. I had always prayed, but my situation
had caused me to view prayer in a completely new light. I learned to TALK with GOD, rather than just to him. I used the 35 minutes I drove to and from work each day, to talk and plead with GOD. I feel my relationship with GOD has drastically improved, maybe that was the reason I had CANCER. I have always thought everything happens for a reason....
My sisters laughted and told me the reason I had CANCER was because neither of them could
have handled it.
Going thru all the test, surgeries, chemo, radiation treatments, and the ups and downs I managed to keep a POSITIVE WIN WIN ATTITUDE.
After all I had a wonderful family, with two wonderful grandsons, I wanted to see grow up,
and a host of friends from this community and across the country that gave me the WILL to LIVE....
When the challenges become more difficult, that's your opportunity to become more determined.
When the race is near, the winner is the person who picks up the pace.
It is easy to start out STRONG, but real achievement comes to those who finish
STRONG.....
I feel the experiences that I encountered has helped me to maintain a
POSITIVE ATTITUDE.
It will be six years this December when I finished my last treatment. I HAVE BEEN TRULY BLESSED.....
Alamo, Tennessee
Beverly's Story
I have been a survivor since 1993 with two separate diagnoses of breast cancer, the last in 2003. I have had two courses of chemo plus radiation. I am now stage 4 since just before Christmas of 2006, the cancer having spread to my bones.
I was hospitalized in 2005 with congestive heart failure after six months of herceptin. I spent 12 days in the hospital recuperating and almost three months out of work. This is really the bare bones of my story. I am currently on two courses of meds and so far seem to be doing well. I consider myself a true survivor and will continue on the road to being here as long as is possible.
I was hospitalized in 2005 with congestive heart failure after six months of herceptin. I spent 12 days in the hospital recuperating and almost three months out of work. This is really the bare bones of my story. I am currently on two courses of meds and so far seem to be doing well. I consider myself a true survivor and will continue on the road to being here as long as is possible.
Cathy's Story from Georgia
My name is Cathy. I am the wife to a very loving husband and a mother to a 10-year-old daughter and a 7-year-old son. In May of 2006 I went in for my very first mammogram and was diagnosed with breast cancer in my left breast.After further testing, they learned I also had cancer in my right breast. I was 42 at the time and had just lost my mom to lung cancer 11 months earlier. I was scheduled for a bilateral mastectomy with reconstruction surgery. Never have I experienced so much pain. I was cut from hip to hip and my breasts were totally removed and replaced with tissue from my stomach. I couldn't do anything for myself. I couldn't even lie down, so I spent weeks sleeping in a recliner.
Aside from the physical effects of my surgery, I suffered the emotional and psychological effects of having my breast removed. Days after my surgery I would learn that I had positive lymph nodes removed from under my arms so I would now have to go through eight treatments of chemotherapy. I would have a treatment every other week. My left breast was infected and would not heal. I went in to the hospital again to have it cleaned out and have a port for my chemo.
Chemo was a very scary ordeal for my entire family and me. I recall my daughter and son being so scared for me, not really understanding cancer only associating it with death because of their grandmother. One day after a chemo treatment, I remember my children asking me, "Mom, are you going to die?” Of course my response was no. I told them this illness may get me down, but it won't keep me down. Deep down I was more scared than anyone could ever imagine. I prayed every minute for God to let me live to see my kids grow up. I was determined to beat this for the sake of my family. Chemo kept me down for 3-4 days at a time. I would start to feel better and it would be time for another treatment.
Still not healing from my infection, especially when my good cells and bad cells were destroyed by chemo, I was sent for hyperbaric medicine. I also had a wound vac attached to my breast 24/7 for several weeks. I recall one evening in January, I started feeling really bad and running a temperature. Within no time I was deathly ill. My husband rushed me to the hospital and there I stayed for a week getting antibiotics. The doctor told my husband if we had of waited any longer I may not have made it because the infection had got in my blood. I finally healed from the infection after time in the hospital and staying on antibiotics month after month.
My left breast looks totally disfigured compared to my right. My plastic surgeon promises me it will be better. I just had an implant put in and I will probably have two more surgeries to go. Although it would be nice to have normal looking breast, I’m very grateful to still be here to enjoy my family. I am currently in remission, I’ve finished chemo and I actually have hair again. Our lives have changed so much during this difficult time. It has almost got us down, I must admit, more than once. We all learned to do without and appreciate life more.
During my chemo, my daughter and son didn't even remind us of basketball sign-ups because they were afraid I would be too sick to go to or too sick to be left alone if their dad had to take them. Currently our finances have hit bottom since I have been out of work for 8-9 months total and only have been paid if my co-workers donated me vacation days. My husband lost his job after days and days of missing work to take care of me. We are losing our home and my husband’s truck engine is about to blow at any time. My SUV needs work done to it that I can't afford to do. My biggest concern is not knowing where we are going to live. We probably only have about 3-4 weeks, if that. I try not to worry about all the material things because after all I've been through, am so thankful to have my life. My sadness is for my kids because they don't understand why we have to move. My kids are great, and have been through so much. My husband took such good care of me when I couldn't do for myself. I hope to continue to do well so I can give back to them the love and commitment they have given me for over a year. May God bless them.
A note from Cathy's neighbor-
I am so glad to have a chance to tell you about my neighbor. Her name is Cathy, and she is married to Chris. They have two children, Emily, and Noah.
A few years ago, Cathy was diagnosed with breast cancer. She is still in the process of reconstructive surgery after a mammogram and I don't know if this word is used any more, but the cancer is in remission. She does have a family history of cancer. Her mother died of lung cancer in the past few years.
I would like to tell you about Cathy, but may I please say first that her biggest challenge at the moment is a problem with her home that is making it very unhealthy for her. Cathy has worked for the U.S. Postal service for 22 years, and she works the early shift going in at 3:30 a.m. Her husband is a delivery driver. Luckily her medical insurance has covered her medical bills and the two have no outstanding credit other than their homes and cars, but payments for these and basic utilities are behind and they are trying to keep up with payment plans. After several surgeries, Cathy is out of time off at work, and she has had to rely on her husband to stay home with her after surgery. So, there is not any paid time off available. I know she has returned to work before she should after surgery and chemo.
Not long before her diagnosis, she and Chris learned that there were leaks in the polybuteline piping that runs beneath and throughout the home. Each time the family uses water for showers, washing dishes, laundry, etc. there are leaks seeping into the home's concrete slab. One bathroom and shower in the home cannot be used at all because of flooding that has eroded the foundation so the tub, for example, bows. There is mold that Chris has worked to remove. The bottom line is the house is increasingly unhealthy, and there is no money to repair it (Any 4 01Ks or retirement funds have been depleted to keep the basics). A plumber has estimated any work at $6,000. The family has outgrown the home, too.
Just before cancer and water leaks, the Huffs had refinanced their home and had begun to build out their garage to give the kids more space. This is another project that is not finished. What gets me about my neighbors is that they do not complain. We have lived across the street from one another for 10 years, and other than noticing that physically their home needed a little TLC, I had no idea what was happening.
I am so thankful I heard about it from another neighbor because it taught me a lesson: I had been a crummy neighbor, so stuck in the routine of waving at them coming and going. And, it reminded me that we don't always know what is going on in the life of another person, whether we pass them in traffic or live across the street. My husband and I are beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel after almost destroying ourselves financially. And, it was not because of any life-threatening diseases. It was just making bad choices.
The Huffs, Cathy in particular because I know her, have made the right choices. She is worried about her family, her kids, her home, the future. Cathy has had some help from family, friends, church, but after a while that gets scant and even with a solid work history it is hard to get extra money from banks, for example. Stress is the last thing she needs, but it has to be a big part of a life that needs healing.
A word about her kids: The Huff children are two of the best kids I know. For siblings their age they are so funny - they play together, are supportive of one another, and are quick to talk about their mother's illness. Occasionally they have their spats, but kids so close in age don't normally play ball together, ride bikes and scooters together. The kids are athletic and play ball. I suspect they have missed some play time with all that's happening. They are very quick to come over and play with my two year old. I think most kids this age are focused on video games and the latest cool clothes and gadgets. I am sure they'd like these things, but they care about their parents. They are just great.
So, I truly hope you will consider my friend Cathy as you make decisions about women you will support. I promise to do my part, too. I am always looking for ways to help out knowing she keeps her needs to herself. Thank you again for the chance to share, and God Bless You for reaching out to women with breast cancer.
A note from Cathy's family-
This is a story of a lady we love dearly. She is our mom, and a wife to our dad. Her name is Cathy. She was diagnosed with breast cancer in May 06. Since, she has gone through a bi-lateral mast., chemo for 16 weeks, eight surgeries, losing her hair and nights and nights of being in pain.Our mom has always worked and when she was sick she was not able to and our dad had to stay home to take care of her. I know they couldn't pay some bills and now we have to move. There is a country song on the radio by Craig Morgan called "tough" that is so much like our mom.
We wish we could give back to our mom because she never stopped taking care of us even though she was as sick as she was. If you could think of our mom and a wife to our dad we would be so thankful. My mom goes to work now sometimes she can hardly walk because the chemo has caused nerve damage in her feet. She never stops for her self it is always for us. We hope we can give back to her one day.
God bless,
Chris, Emily and Noah
Canton, Georgia
Mildred's Story from New Jersey
My name is Samantha and I am 28-years-old, happily married with two beautiful babies. This story is not about me, but about a courageous woman that I know and call mother.
My mother Mildred is a breast cancer survivor. First, I am going to tell you a little bit about her. My mom was born in the Dominican Republic. She also had me and my sisters over there. We are four girls, Bianca 29, Me 28, Natassja 25, Sasha 22. Life in the Dominican Republic was hard, my mom was divorced from my dad, so as you can imagine how providing for four little girls by yourself could have been. My mother worked very hard at ''El Banco de Reservas,'' a bank in Santo Domingo. Times became harder and we were growing up when my mother decided to come to America and give us a better life. We left our island and headed to the United States, home of opportunities and better life.
When we came here, my mom had to get a job in a chocolate factory (we loved the chocolates) but we hardly saw her. After working in a bank, she was now working in a factory – long, exhausting hours and having to leave us with an aunt for long hours. My mom is a tough woman and that’s something that I have always admired about her. She showed us that no job is degrading and that you have to work to achieve goals in life. My dad then came to the picture, again. He will come and leave until when we were older he decided to stay. My mother remained the same woman he met years ago and loved and cared for him the same. I never understood why she stood by my dad even though he left so many times. My mother did some courses here and landed in a company called ''Volunteers of America, an organization that helps homeless people. She bought her house and she is still with my dad.
Two years ago my mom called me up and told me that she had a lump in her breast. I told her to take the time out and check that out. Since she lost her mother to lung and brain cancer, her dad to prostate cancer and a brother to throat cancer, she was a candidate for cancer too. She went and got that checked out. When they ran all the tests, I could never forget that day and writing about it makes tears come from my eyes. My sister Bianca calls me. I already knew what the result was because she was screaming and crying. I called my mom right away and told her to not worry, that everything will be ok. I was so mad at life, so mad because I have seen how hard my mother had worked to raise us, how hard life had been to her and now this? Why her? She is my world, and now there is a possibility we will loose our mother?
I prayed and prayed. I am the second oldest and I was also the strongest one. My dad was a mess, he was always crying. I decided to be strong. My husband gave me a lot of strength too. When they dyed her blood to see if the cancer had spread, waiting for the results felt like a lifetime. When the doctor came out he gave us the news. My mother is going to survive! She was scheduled for a mastectomy and underwent surgery. She is now happier then ever. She survived cancer. She will always tell me to be strong, that life is only but one and that God has a purpose for everyone. She now gives hope and speaks to other woman that are going through what she went through. We received bad news three weeks ago. My mother’s little sister, we call her ''Tia China,'' is dying of pancreatic cancer. They sent her home to die so my mom is by her side in the Dominican Republic. I look up to her; she is my hero.
St. Jersey City, New Jersey
My mother Mildred is a breast cancer survivor. First, I am going to tell you a little bit about her. My mom was born in the Dominican Republic. She also had me and my sisters over there. We are four girls, Bianca 29, Me 28, Natassja 25, Sasha 22. Life in the Dominican Republic was hard, my mom was divorced from my dad, so as you can imagine how providing for four little girls by yourself could have been. My mother worked very hard at ''El Banco de Reservas,'' a bank in Santo Domingo. Times became harder and we were growing up when my mother decided to come to America and give us a better life. We left our island and headed to the United States, home of opportunities and better life.
When we came here, my mom had to get a job in a chocolate factory (we loved the chocolates) but we hardly saw her. After working in a bank, she was now working in a factory – long, exhausting hours and having to leave us with an aunt for long hours. My mom is a tough woman and that’s something that I have always admired about her. She showed us that no job is degrading and that you have to work to achieve goals in life. My dad then came to the picture, again. He will come and leave until when we were older he decided to stay. My mother remained the same woman he met years ago and loved and cared for him the same. I never understood why she stood by my dad even though he left so many times. My mother did some courses here and landed in a company called ''Volunteers of America, an organization that helps homeless people. She bought her house and she is still with my dad.
Two years ago my mom called me up and told me that she had a lump in her breast. I told her to take the time out and check that out. Since she lost her mother to lung and brain cancer, her dad to prostate cancer and a brother to throat cancer, she was a candidate for cancer too. She went and got that checked out. When they ran all the tests, I could never forget that day and writing about it makes tears come from my eyes. My sister Bianca calls me. I already knew what the result was because she was screaming and crying. I called my mom right away and told her to not worry, that everything will be ok. I was so mad at life, so mad because I have seen how hard my mother had worked to raise us, how hard life had been to her and now this? Why her? She is my world, and now there is a possibility we will loose our mother?
I prayed and prayed. I am the second oldest and I was also the strongest one. My dad was a mess, he was always crying. I decided to be strong. My husband gave me a lot of strength too. When they dyed her blood to see if the cancer had spread, waiting for the results felt like a lifetime. When the doctor came out he gave us the news. My mother is going to survive! She was scheduled for a mastectomy and underwent surgery. She is now happier then ever. She survived cancer. She will always tell me to be strong, that life is only but one and that God has a purpose for everyone. She now gives hope and speaks to other woman that are going through what she went through. We received bad news three weeks ago. My mother’s little sister, we call her ''Tia China,'' is dying of pancreatic cancer. They sent her home to die so my mom is by her side in the Dominican Republic. I look up to her; she is my hero.
St. Jersey City, New Jersey
Judith's Story
My story is not the worst in the world for people, but to me it was devastating. I was diagnosed on May 1 and went to the surgeon within two days. After the biopsy to confirm the diagnosis, I had a lumpectomy only to find out it was not successful. Another lumpectomy, I was told, would take care of the situation. A few days after this surgery, I was told by my surgeon the surgery had not been successful either. About four weeks later I underwent a full mastectomy and reconstruction. This meant that I had had three different surgeries for my cancer in six weeks. I was really tired by this time. Because of the node biopsy, I didn't need further treatment after the surgeries which was wonderful for me. It just seemed to be a very long drawn out affair. I am very well now and hope to remain cancer free for the rest of my life.
Carmie's Story from Pennsylvania
I’m happy!! I enjoy my life, my daughter, my friends and my dogs. I wouldn’t ask for more, although most people I know would say that I should. You see, I have breast cancer. It has spread to other areas of my body. Although everyone in the news wants to talk about breast cancer along with fear, fighting and death. I’ve made a choice to make it about value, relationships and enjoying everyday. I won’t lie, some days it’s harder than others to not dwell on the negative. I do realize that one day when I’ve moved on, it will have to do with breast cancer. I’ve learned how to love and appreciate things all over again, something like the book by Robert Fulghum, “All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten”. I appreciate the simple things in life. I’ve been told by my loved ones that my outlook on life and things in general is inspirational.
I have to admit, I did have a dark time during the first year of my diagnosis. Why wouldn’t I? Everything that I’d heard about breast cancer was terrible. I was scared and angry. But then, the light started to shine through, my attitude changed. “Carpe diem”, started to be my mantra. Not that I was making rash decisions to parachute off a cliff or go skydiving, but I was seeing the value in everyday. I spent time evaluating what was important to me. Not to sound morbid, but, what I wanted to be said about me at my funeral.
You learn quickly who your friends are, you also learn that some true friends are so scared of dealing with things that make them think about their own mortality that they become a bit more distant. Generosity from others way outshines any disappointment you may have with someone. I was 37 when I first learned that my life was about to change direction. I’m now 41.
I hope to be a positive influence for my daughter, Tia, who is 15. I adore Tia. She is a kind hearted girl with a unique character. I wish many things for her, but the most is that she enjoys and appreciates each day as if it’s a gift. With all that is written, unfortunately, she too may one day face a similar diagnosis. I Believe in a cure, and know that there will a vaccine.
I’m a nurse, in my heart and in my soul. I’ve always worked in the geriatrics/nursing home environment. I love taking care of the elderly! They have so much knowledge and so much experience with life.
Facts about Carmie:
Lives in Lititz, Pennsylvania
Career - LPN in Geriatrics
Has 1 Child - Tia - who is 15 and is Carmie's inspiration
Has 3 Dogs - All girls - Alex, Mystik & Shane
Interests: Creating Pottery on the Wheel, Making Jewelry, Watching her Daughter in the Marching Band - she plays the Bass Dr
In High School Carmie was a Softball star and a drummer in the Marching Band
Goals: Starting her own Charity to help other Cancer patients with the daily physical activities that the have difficulty performing during their fight
Lititz, Pennsylvania
I have to admit, I did have a dark time during the first year of my diagnosis. Why wouldn’t I? Everything that I’d heard about breast cancer was terrible. I was scared and angry. But then, the light started to shine through, my attitude changed. “Carpe diem”, started to be my mantra. Not that I was making rash decisions to parachute off a cliff or go skydiving, but I was seeing the value in everyday. I spent time evaluating what was important to me. Not to sound morbid, but, what I wanted to be said about me at my funeral.
You learn quickly who your friends are, you also learn that some true friends are so scared of dealing with things that make them think about their own mortality that they become a bit more distant. Generosity from others way outshines any disappointment you may have with someone. I was 37 when I first learned that my life was about to change direction. I’m now 41.
I hope to be a positive influence for my daughter, Tia, who is 15. I adore Tia. She is a kind hearted girl with a unique character. I wish many things for her, but the most is that she enjoys and appreciates each day as if it’s a gift. With all that is written, unfortunately, she too may one day face a similar diagnosis. I Believe in a cure, and know that there will a vaccine.
I’m a nurse, in my heart and in my soul. I’ve always worked in the geriatrics/nursing home environment. I love taking care of the elderly! They have so much knowledge and so much experience with life.
Facts about Carmie:
Lives in Lititz, Pennsylvania
Career - LPN in Geriatrics
Has 1 Child - Tia - who is 15 and is Carmie's inspiration
Has 3 Dogs - All girls - Alex, Mystik & Shane
Interests: Creating Pottery on the Wheel, Making Jewelry, Watching her Daughter in the Marching Band - she plays the Bass Dr
In High School Carmie was a Softball star and a drummer in the Marching Band
Goals: Starting her own Charity to help other Cancer patients with the daily physical activities that the have difficulty performing during their fight
Lititz, Pennsylvania
My Best Friend Tricia's Story from Maine
My best friend Tricia has been battling breast cancer for eight years. She was diagnosed when she was 26 and quickly went from a Stage 2 to Stage 4. She is an amazing young woman and epitomizes what it is to be a fighter. I tell her all the time that she is not a victim, not a survivor, but a conqueror of this disease.I am a Special Event Producer based out of Boston, MA. I am hosting a very large event in honor of breast cancer awareness month. The event is called "Fighting & Fabulous" and will be held on October 20, 2007. My personal inspiration behind the evening is Tricia.
We are hosting this event to honor more like her who are truly making a difference in the lives of breast cancer patients and their families. The evening will benefit The Ellie Fund, a local charity that helps women battling this depilating disease. They provide transportation to chemo treatments, housekeeping, daycare, meals, etc. to breast cancer patients and their families all FREE OF CHARGE. The program is amazing and truly makes a difference in the day to day struggles. I would love the opportunity to speak more with you about our event and hopefully find a way to publicize your products and program. I can be reached via phone or e-mail and look forward to hearing from you soon!
Milton, Maine
Jane's Story from Tennessee
"Are you a cancer survivor?"
Unless I find myself in the company of other known breast cancer survivors - as in a Komen Race for the Cure - I am not the kind of person who walks around boasting my survivorship. Like a marvelous secret, I save that piece of myself as a treasure that I let out to certain people at certain times.
Surviving breast cancer twice is just one part of myself for which I am proud. I am proud of who I am, and who I have become as a result of the process of becoming a survivor. To me, in this, as in all of my life, it is the "becoming" of anything that is of greater value than the "being."
Women who have survived breast cancer can relate the tales of their diagnosis through their treatments. There are mammograms, biopsies, blood tests, consolations for therapies, second opinions, family consultations, cancer removal surgical consultations, plastic surgeon consultations, bone scans, lung x-rays, breast MRI's, liver scans, brain scans and hematologist/oncologist appointments.
Some women require cardiac consultations as a result of their chemotherapy and others are rushed headlong into severe onset of menopause within ten days of beginning a therapy that they hope will "cure" them.
From the moment a woman finds out she has cancer, that woman (now referred to as a patient) is literally thrust into a world of continuous doctors and appointments and if she chooses: treatments. And some patients, myself included, find that amidst all of that activity, they MUST get more information about their disease than is available through pamphlets, brochures and consultation with specialists.
I read and took notes on 42 books during the eight weeks from diagnosis through surgery and recovery to the stage where I hade to decide on chemotherapy and radiation therapy. I read about healthcare in the United States verses other countries. I read a book about cell transformation during cancer that if you had told me during college I would understand it, I would have laughed and called you a liar. But I did understand it. I HAD to understand it. My life as I knew it and my well-being as I saw it depended on being able to understand it.
During the process of discovery about cancer and its treatments I was being transformed. Let me share just five of the jewels about life that I had not fully appreciated until that time. First, there is no such thing as coincidence. There is what I now know to be synchronicity. I discovered this many times and in many ways (and continue to delight in the occurrence of it daily) and you could call it whatever you want from "blessings" to "Lord's will." If I were to recount for you all the synchronicities that occurred during my "fight" against breast cancer, you would shake your head in disbelief (like I did the first dozen times it happened) and wonder how it could be so. Coincidences are now something I view as occurrences for which we really have no explanation. Synchronicity, on the other hand, is the continuous unfolding of wonderful possibilities, all directed and guided by the goodness we call "life."
Second, I believe that my physical life will end when it is absolutely the perfect time. I am no longer afraid of when that is going to happen. I am going to try to make every minute count by being as kind as I can to myself and every person I encounter.
Third, I love and approve of myself. I love that when I gave up being judgmental about myself, I was then given the freedom to stop judging others. It seemed an amazing concept when I first realized that I did not have to make a judgment about what anyone else thought or did. I also realized and allowed that if I was always doing the best I can, then others are too. That is a freedom I did not even know I was missing until that time. What a relief! I get to be me and you get to be you - judging is not my job.
Fourth, no matter what else happens in my life, I have lost my fear of the unknown. I was so afraid, so very afraid, the first time I had to deal with cancer - afraid to live, afraid to die, afraid to just "be" and afraid to not "be." Afraid to be taken from my son who was only a teenager at the time. Afraid to have my husband saddled with a one-breasted woman who was in and out the revolving doors of the medical community. Afraid. Afraid. Afraid. I am no longer afraid. I get to just "be" until I no longer have being. There is great comfort in the knowing that I only have to deal with one day at a time. I have today - this minute, this hour, this now.
And finally, I have learned that I have the capacity to give to others and myself in ways that empower them and me. I want to share that empowerment with as many people as I can. There have been many great verses and stories written about the power of living each day to the fullest. I call myself a cancer survivor in certain groups that I affiliate with along those lines, but mostly I am a "becomer" for it is in the "becoming" of who we are at extraordinary times that makes us all survivors.
Thank you for the opportunity to share my blessings. I appreciate all your company has done and continues to do in aiding breast cancer survivors, treatment and awareness.
Diagnosed May 2000 and March 2004
Jackson, Tennessee
Unless I find myself in the company of other known breast cancer survivors - as in a Komen Race for the Cure - I am not the kind of person who walks around boasting my survivorship. Like a marvelous secret, I save that piece of myself as a treasure that I let out to certain people at certain times.
Surviving breast cancer twice is just one part of myself for which I am proud. I am proud of who I am, and who I have become as a result of the process of becoming a survivor. To me, in this, as in all of my life, it is the "becoming" of anything that is of greater value than the "being."
Women who have survived breast cancer can relate the tales of their diagnosis through their treatments. There are mammograms, biopsies, blood tests, consolations for therapies, second opinions, family consultations, cancer removal surgical consultations, plastic surgeon consultations, bone scans, lung x-rays, breast MRI's, liver scans, brain scans and hematologist/oncologist appointments.
Some women require cardiac consultations as a result of their chemotherapy and others are rushed headlong into severe onset of menopause within ten days of beginning a therapy that they hope will "cure" them.
From the moment a woman finds out she has cancer, that woman (now referred to as a patient) is literally thrust into a world of continuous doctors and appointments and if she chooses: treatments. And some patients, myself included, find that amidst all of that activity, they MUST get more information about their disease than is available through pamphlets, brochures and consultation with specialists.
I read and took notes on 42 books during the eight weeks from diagnosis through surgery and recovery to the stage where I hade to decide on chemotherapy and radiation therapy. I read about healthcare in the United States verses other countries. I read a book about cell transformation during cancer that if you had told me during college I would understand it, I would have laughed and called you a liar. But I did understand it. I HAD to understand it. My life as I knew it and my well-being as I saw it depended on being able to understand it.
During the process of discovery about cancer and its treatments I was being transformed. Let me share just five of the jewels about life that I had not fully appreciated until that time. First, there is no such thing as coincidence. There is what I now know to be synchronicity. I discovered this many times and in many ways (and continue to delight in the occurrence of it daily) and you could call it whatever you want from "blessings" to "Lord's will." If I were to recount for you all the synchronicities that occurred during my "fight" against breast cancer, you would shake your head in disbelief (like I did the first dozen times it happened) and wonder how it could be so. Coincidences are now something I view as occurrences for which we really have no explanation. Synchronicity, on the other hand, is the continuous unfolding of wonderful possibilities, all directed and guided by the goodness we call "life."
Second, I believe that my physical life will end when it is absolutely the perfect time. I am no longer afraid of when that is going to happen. I am going to try to make every minute count by being as kind as I can to myself and every person I encounter.
Third, I love and approve of myself. I love that when I gave up being judgmental about myself, I was then given the freedom to stop judging others. It seemed an amazing concept when I first realized that I did not have to make a judgment about what anyone else thought or did. I also realized and allowed that if I was always doing the best I can, then others are too. That is a freedom I did not even know I was missing until that time. What a relief! I get to be me and you get to be you - judging is not my job.
Fourth, no matter what else happens in my life, I have lost my fear of the unknown. I was so afraid, so very afraid, the first time I had to deal with cancer - afraid to live, afraid to die, afraid to just "be" and afraid to not "be." Afraid to be taken from my son who was only a teenager at the time. Afraid to have my husband saddled with a one-breasted woman who was in and out the revolving doors of the medical community. Afraid. Afraid. Afraid. I am no longer afraid. I get to just "be" until I no longer have being. There is great comfort in the knowing that I only have to deal with one day at a time. I have today - this minute, this hour, this now.
And finally, I have learned that I have the capacity to give to others and myself in ways that empower them and me. I want to share that empowerment with as many people as I can. There have been many great verses and stories written about the power of living each day to the fullest. I call myself a cancer survivor in certain groups that I affiliate with along those lines, but mostly I am a "becomer" for it is in the "becoming" of who we are at extraordinary times that makes us all survivors.
Thank you for the opportunity to share my blessings. I appreciate all your company has done and continues to do in aiding breast cancer survivors, treatment and awareness.
Diagnosed May 2000 and March 2004
Jackson, Tennessee
The Story of my Grandma from California
My story is about the strongest woman to grace this earth...my Grandma! At 83 years old, she is a mother of four children, eight grandchildren, and seven and a half great grandchildren. Thirty years ago her struggle with breast cancer began.
She was diagnosed with cancer in her right breast, which was eventually removed in surgery. At the time, she was awaiting the arrival of her 3rd and 4th grandchildren. Through her recovery and remission she never missed a birthday, dance recital, smile, or tear. I have memories as a child thinking that my grandma was invincible. She never got sick or tired like the rest of us, and was always able to do anything I asked of her. She would climb into our treehouse and replace the handmade curtains to give it a homey touch or pick me up from school when I was feeling ill. She was and still is my hero.
In 2000 my Grandpa, her husband, was diagnosed with lung cancer. At 76 years old she insisted that she should be the one to care for him at home to help him keep his dignity during his illness. On June 10, 2000 God called him home. I saw my Grandma become tired and depressed for a brief time. However, her spirits can never be broken. She is a fighter and never gives up on living a happy and fulfilling life.
The grandchildren began families of their own and Grandma was the one everyone turned to for advice and help. At 79 years old she began taking care of her 1st great grandchild full time so that her grandchildren could pursue careers assured that their babies were in the hands of an angel. At 80 years old she was caring for two great grandchildren full time. In addition to this large assignment, she managed to be the President of two committees and organize large fundraising events. She can do anything she sets her mind to.
While I was awaiting the birth of my 2nd child this year my Grandma told me that the doctor's found cancer in her left breast. It was malignant and would require surgery immediately. As I was talking to her she assured me that this was just a “simple” procedure and apologized that I might need to find a babysitter for a week during her mastectomy. She told me, "I'm too stubborn to let someone pick my day to go...when I'm ready I'll tell you."
Against the family's wishes Grandma was back to babysitting grandchildren, coordinating events for her organizations, driving herself around, and cleaning her house within three weeks of her mastectomy. She has the strength and grace of a lion.
Through this whole ordeal she remained positive that cancer would not control her life. In May, two months after her surgery, she participated in a three mile walk for cancer survivors. She completed the entire walk on her own two feet! My Grandma never stops amazing me. Whenever we talk about her cancer and my voice begins to shake or she sees sadness in my eyes she simply says, "there's nothing to be sad about, God only gave me two of these darn things and they're both gone now." She has the ability to smile and bring light into the darkest room.
My Grandma is my hero! She was a survivor 30 years ago and she is a survivor today! When I was young I believed that she was invincible and the strength she has shown through her struggle with cancer has shown me that she is. Actually, she makes it seem as though it is not even a struggle for her. My Grandma will always be a survivor because she has created a legacy within the lives of her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. She has taught us that what it means to live every moment of life to the fullest through a lifelong demonstration. Nothing, not even cancer, can stop her from living the life she wants for herself. Like I said, my Grandma is my hero…and will be a hero to anyone who knows her story!
Fair Oaks, California
She was diagnosed with cancer in her right breast, which was eventually removed in surgery. At the time, she was awaiting the arrival of her 3rd and 4th grandchildren. Through her recovery and remission she never missed a birthday, dance recital, smile, or tear. I have memories as a child thinking that my grandma was invincible. She never got sick or tired like the rest of us, and was always able to do anything I asked of her. She would climb into our treehouse and replace the handmade curtains to give it a homey touch or pick me up from school when I was feeling ill. She was and still is my hero.
In 2000 my Grandpa, her husband, was diagnosed with lung cancer. At 76 years old she insisted that she should be the one to care for him at home to help him keep his dignity during his illness. On June 10, 2000 God called him home. I saw my Grandma become tired and depressed for a brief time. However, her spirits can never be broken. She is a fighter and never gives up on living a happy and fulfilling life.
The grandchildren began families of their own and Grandma was the one everyone turned to for advice and help. At 79 years old she began taking care of her 1st great grandchild full time so that her grandchildren could pursue careers assured that their babies were in the hands of an angel. At 80 years old she was caring for two great grandchildren full time. In addition to this large assignment, she managed to be the President of two committees and organize large fundraising events. She can do anything she sets her mind to.
While I was awaiting the birth of my 2nd child this year my Grandma told me that the doctor's found cancer in her left breast. It was malignant and would require surgery immediately. As I was talking to her she assured me that this was just a “simple” procedure and apologized that I might need to find a babysitter for a week during her mastectomy. She told me, "I'm too stubborn to let someone pick my day to go...when I'm ready I'll tell you."
Against the family's wishes Grandma was back to babysitting grandchildren, coordinating events for her organizations, driving herself around, and cleaning her house within three weeks of her mastectomy. She has the strength and grace of a lion.
Through this whole ordeal she remained positive that cancer would not control her life. In May, two months after her surgery, she participated in a three mile walk for cancer survivors. She completed the entire walk on her own two feet! My Grandma never stops amazing me. Whenever we talk about her cancer and my voice begins to shake or she sees sadness in my eyes she simply says, "there's nothing to be sad about, God only gave me two of these darn things and they're both gone now." She has the ability to smile and bring light into the darkest room.
My Grandma is my hero! She was a survivor 30 years ago and she is a survivor today! When I was young I believed that she was invincible and the strength she has shown through her struggle with cancer has shown me that she is. Actually, she makes it seem as though it is not even a struggle for her. My Grandma will always be a survivor because she has created a legacy within the lives of her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. She has taught us that what it means to live every moment of life to the fullest through a lifelong demonstration. Nothing, not even cancer, can stop her from living the life she wants for herself. Like I said, my Grandma is my hero…and will be a hero to anyone who knows her story!
Fair Oaks, California
Mary's Story from Georgia
In April of 1997, while doing a self breast exam, I found a lump on my left breast. Needless to say I was frantic. I did not sleep any more that particular Friday night. At 8:00 a.m. on Saturday morning, I called my primary doctor who was at a conference. He told me to be in his office on Monday morning. He referred me to a breast cancer specialist and we hit it off – she was great. She did a breast biopsy and it came back negative, which meant “nothing” was wrong. In my doctor’s words, “it’s a foreign object in your body and we need to remove it.” She scheduled me for surgery.While we waited for the surgery date, my daughter Regina sent me and my best friend Kathy on a week long trip to Hawaii as our Mother’s Day gift. We had a wonderful time. It kept my mind off the lump and the surgery. I knew “everything” was okay because I know to Whom I belong.
On May 30, 1997, armed with God, Regina, and Kathy, we went to the hospital for surgery. I was scared but prayed up. As a divorced, single mom, thoughts of Tony, my 10 year old son at that time, my granddaughter yet to be born, church activities, baseball, basketball games, marching band concerts, first dates, proms, high school graduation, first day of college, and graduation from college all flooded my mind. What would my son’s life experiences be like? Regina’s career as a flight attendant had already taken off. She had established herself and found her niche. I had places to go, and people who depended on me for so much. All of these thoughts were going through my mind as I anticipated the surgery. What did I do in my life that was so bad to bring this on?
On May 31st, my daughter gave me the news: “It’s CANCER.” My heart fell to my stomach and I was numb. This is when my Seed of Faith journey began. Nobody in my family had ever been diagnosed with cancer. I was the first at 41 years young. The lump was removed. I met with the Oncologist and we bonded. I explained to her that I had no idea what chemo was. She showed me the “bag” and this red stuff that was actually the chemo. I thought to myself, “I can handle that old bag.” To this day – I do not eat jell-o of any kind. I had to have four treatments of chemo followed by six weeks of radiation. I lost all my hair after that first “jell-o” treatment.
In February 1998, I began My Seed of Faith Ministry. It is my testimony to cancer survivors and a tiny mustard seed, a real mustard seed. My faith and trust in God, and a positive attitude can survive anything. I give these “faith seeds” to survivors and their families along with three scriptures.
But my story does not end there. In April 1999, I followed up with my yearly mammogram. The doctor saw a spot on the ex-ray. He said, “We will follow up in a year and see if it’s grown.” I told him, “No, we will see in six months if it’s grown, this is my body and I don’t want to wait a whole year.” He did not argue with me. In October 1999, I had the second mammogram and it had grown. I cried – I just broke down and cried. I thought – what is God trying to tell me? What does He want me to do?
I made an appointment with my breast cancer surgeon and again she scheduled surgery for November 17, 1999. I had a partial mastectomy on the left side and started my four “jell-o” treatments again. Once again, my God, my family, and my friends helped me come through it all. My faith in God sustains me. My children, friends, family, and church family went above and beyond the call of duty. I did not have to worry about anything. They stood ready to make sure I got everything I needed.
In August 2001, my sister, Verta, was diagnosed with colon cancer. I was devastated. Then it hit me – God had chosen me to be an encourager. Verta was always afraid of everything. She needed me to help her with this fight, this journey, the road she was about to travel. God had already paved the way for her through me. I’m so glad He chose me to help my sister, my other best friend. She and I were always close but we grew even closer.
On one of my trips to Columbia, South Carolina where she lived with her husband and three sons, she told me, “God has not let me suffer.” Her faith in God grew and she became closer to Him. On April 5, 2003, I called to let her know I was on my way. She and I talked and laughed together and shared stories. Later on that night, she got up and asked me to “go with her.” I knew what she was talking about but I was not ready to let her go. The hospice nurse came on Sunday afternoon before I left, to speak with Verta, her husband, and myself. She asked me when I would come back. I said in two weeks – the nurse told me not to wait that long. I broke down and cried like a baby. On Monday morning April 7, 2003, about 10:00 a.m., I called and talked with my sister. She felt good and I told her that I loved her and I would check back on her. That was the very last time I talked to her. Monday afternoon around 12:30, I was standing in my kitchen looking out the window. I saw a beam of light hit the ground, and just as quickly as it hit, it was gone. At 1:30 p.m., I got the call, “Aunt Mary, Mama just passed.” My sister left me. We buried her on April 11th – my birthday.
I am very active with cancer walks, fundraisers, and offering encouragement to people recently diagnosed. In 1999, I co-founded the first breast cancer walk for the college where I am employed. To date, we have raised over $100,000 for cancer research. I am encouraging others in their faith walk and still giving away “My Seeds of Faith.”
On April 14, 2007, at 4:00 a.m. – God gave me a vision. Celeste and Connie, two great friends at church are going through chemo for breast cancer. Lynn, another great friend (my “other mama”) has been cancer free now for four years. I felt like something needed to be done to raise awareness in the surrounding community. I called my friends, told them about my vision, and they embraced it. The four of us put our heads together and The Mary Peaks Cancer Foundation and the 1st Light A Candle for Cancer Cure was born. We collected over $2,100.00. Some of the money raised will go to help cancer research and to start a cancer support group for the community. We all have family members and friends affected in some way by cancer. This will be an annual event, the last Sunday in July of each year.
I thank God, today I am cancer free. Cancer is not a death sentence. Matthew 17:20 (KJV) says “if you have Faith the size of a mustard seed…, nothing will be impossible for you.” My Faith in God is awesome. I know God is in control of my life. No matter what you’re going through, just know that you are not alone in your journey. Ask God to take your hand, walk in Faith, and trust Him. God will use you and bless your life in a way that only He can. God calls us to help and encourage each other. Our journey, our Faith walk is ordered by God Himself. He knows the beginning and the end. He chose us to carry out His will. We are His voice, His hands, His feet, His eyes. God is the anchor of my soul.
Tony is in his third year of college studying to get his dual degree in computer engineering and doing well. My three year old granddaughter Rhyan is the joy of my heart. She loves her “Nammy” and spends as much time as she can with me. Her mom, Regina is still flying.
As I reflect back over the last 10 years of my life and what it has meant, I think to myself how God’s Son Jesus Christ suffered on the Cross for me. I can suffer for Him to encourage others in their journey. The Will of God will never take me where the Grace of God will not protect me. God’s Blessings.
Morrow, Geogia
Betty's Story from Tennessee
Near the end of 1990, I felt a lump in my left breast. I immediately made an appointment with my family doctor. He referred me to a surgeon who did tests. In January, 1991 I had surgery to remove my breast.
I opted to have it removed rather than have a lumpectomy, and live with the dread of the cancer returning. The most humorous past of the whole thing was when I had the biopsy. They had inserted the needle into the nipple, and it was sticking straight up. I was informed that I would return to my room. I wondered how I could do this with the needle in the position it was in.
I finally got the courage to ask, and they told me it would be placed so that my hospital gown would be able to cover it. My family was more concerned than I was. Due to the prayers of my church family, I felt total peace during the surgery and following chemotherapy.
Several years later, a lady in my church had breast cancer, and our pastor told me I would be able to counsel her. I felt that I really did not know how as I had such peace during my own bout. I have been cancer free ever since. It is my feeling that the reason I had it in the first place is due to being put on Premarin after a hysterectomy. I read an article in Reader’s Digest that stated besides breast cancer, asthma, and bronchitis, along with gall bladder problems were side effects of Premarin. I had all of them, and recently was diagnosed with asthma. My gall bladder was removed just a few years after I had breast cancer
Jackson, Tennessee
I opted to have it removed rather than have a lumpectomy, and live with the dread of the cancer returning. The most humorous past of the whole thing was when I had the biopsy. They had inserted the needle into the nipple, and it was sticking straight up. I was informed that I would return to my room. I wondered how I could do this with the needle in the position it was in.
I finally got the courage to ask, and they told me it would be placed so that my hospital gown would be able to cover it. My family was more concerned than I was. Due to the prayers of my church family, I felt total peace during the surgery and following chemotherapy.
Several years later, a lady in my church had breast cancer, and our pastor told me I would be able to counsel her. I felt that I really did not know how as I had such peace during my own bout. I have been cancer free ever since. It is my feeling that the reason I had it in the first place is due to being put on Premarin after a hysterectomy. I read an article in Reader’s Digest that stated besides breast cancer, asthma, and bronchitis, along with gall bladder problems were side effects of Premarin. I had all of them, and recently was diagnosed with asthma. My gall bladder was removed just a few years after I had breast cancer
Jackson, Tennessee
Linda's Story from Indiana
I am a 55 year old woman with breast cancer. I am going through chemotherapy and radiation treatments at the present. I was stunned when I was told I had breast cancer. All I could think of was that I was going to die and not be able to see my granddaughter grow up.My granddaughter is my reason for going through this ordeal. She keeps me in perspective. She tells me everyday that she wants me to get better so that I can play more with her. My daughter and I had promised to take her to Disney World when she turned five, which will be August 5, 2007, but will all of the additional expenses we are not able to take her. She said, “it’s okay grandma I just want to be better and you can take me later.” I just hope that I can do that with her someday.
I do have a job and health insurance, and I am grateful for that. With the many ugly faces of chemo I have missed a lot of work and pay. In February of 2007 I also fell on ice and broke my back and knee in two places. This kept me from working for six weeks also without pay. I am now behind in all of my bills, and find it extremely hard to find financial assistance. I search websites, and call every lead I have been given, but have had very minimal success.
A gift like this would be an absolute blessing in my life. I would be able to pay the mounds of bills and all of the additional hospital, doctor, co-pays and co-insurance bills I have incurred since the cancer. It is so very stressful to work, drive, keep house, and just get through these rough days. Now the stress of not having enough money to pay for normal expenses is really taking it's toll on me. It is so embarrassing to ask that your electric or phone not be turned off that you are doing the best you can, but unless you have been in those shoes yourself it is hard to understand. I have to decide if I can order my medicines (15) or pay rent or to buy groceries. I do keep praying and hope that my prayers will be heard and answered someday. Any consideration to my request for help would be truly and honestly appreciated.
God Bless your efforts for making the lives of those less fortunate a little easier.
Lawrenceburg, Indiana
My friend's Story from Tennessee
My friend/coworker had Breast Cancer in 1999 and went through the chemo treatment. She was so strong, she would go for her treatments, and most of the time she would come back to work at least for a little bit. She came back to work the day after she got out of the hospital for a few hours each day.
She never let her cancer get her down, and she was always upbeat about it. She even talked with my daughter about her illness because my daughter thought that Ms Donna was going to die. She has talked to other ladies about it and has even cried with one of our customers who found out that she had cancer. She is willing to talk to anyone about it, and is the first to encourage and make them laugh.
She had four children since 2000, and has never allowed anything to get her down. I have always told her that if I ever get real sick I want her to be in my corner cheering me on. She is an amazing person.
Jackson, Tennessee
She never let her cancer get her down, and she was always upbeat about it. She even talked with my daughter about her illness because my daughter thought that Ms Donna was going to die. She has talked to other ladies about it and has even cried with one of our customers who found out that she had cancer. She is willing to talk to anyone about it, and is the first to encourage and make them laugh.
She had four children since 2000, and has never allowed anything to get her down. I have always told her that if I ever get real sick I want her to be in my corner cheering me on. She is an amazing person.
Jackson, Tennessee
Rita's Story from Tennessee
My sister Rita, is the sweetest lady you will ever meet. She never has anything bad to say about anyone, and she would be the first to say pick some one else for this award. She is probably not the neediest as through out her surgery, chemo and radiation she has worked every day she can. But her spirit is truly holy. She will tell you this has made her a much stronger person with a new outlook on life. So please remember her and pray for her and she will be praying for all the others who are much less fortunate. Her Big Sister Dianne.
Alamo, Tennessee
Alamo, Tennessee
My Mother's Story from California
This story is about my mom. She is the youngest of eight kids. When she was in kindergarten her father was brutally murdered in Fiji. She was a brilliant student but didn’t go to college. She had an arranged marriage to my father. My father turned out to be abusive and an alcoholic. My mom left him and came back to live with her family.Having being an Indian woman, and divorced even her family was not very supportive of her and what she has been through. Growing up I remember how difficult life was. We always lived with someone else, mainly her family and to be honest they weren’t very kind. They took advantage of our situation in every way they could. I remember when she told me that I was her only child, and she could not give me what I needed (though I never asked for things like most kids do), but when we got to America, life will be better. She promised.
When I was 13 we moved here, and mom worked two jobs to pay her own family’s rent, and endure anything and everything they put us through. In all this, I was diagnosed with severe depression and my mom finally decided to leave her family. We moved to San Jose.
Soon my mom was laid off from both jobs and we had no choice but to move to Sacramento to live with another uncle of mine (whom we lived with before in Fiji and wasn’t a joy). Finally, we managed to get on our feet somehow. She never remarried because her focus was always on me. She starting working at a good job and was there for five years. Something happened and she lost that job, and her medical benefits. Within a few months her breast cancer showed up. She didn’t say a thing to me at first because she knew she had no medical benefits and this would cause us hardship because we had no money. She finally told me what was happening and I took her to the hospital after buying temp insurance.
I started working full time, and am going to school full time. It took ten thousand dollars over the course of a month for doctors to diagnose her with IBC. Surgery couldn’t be done because the tumor was too big. She went through chemo, two surgeries and radiation and all through this she knew she would make it. July 30th 2007 was her appt to begin reconstruction, but a month ago they found a spot on her legs which lead to multiple MRI's. A week ago her doctor called us in and told us her cancer had spread to her brain and lungs...and she has six months or less to live. She is on steroids, going through radiation as well.
She is all the family I have. Her family, no matter how cruel or that some of them didn’t speak for 10+ yrs but when they heard the news, most of them cried. For once in the 20 yrs that I have been alive, this family is emotionally alive and real. My mom tells me that she isn’t ready to die, she says "when I hated life and wanted to die, death never came. Now when I want to go to school and finish my degree, buy my first house, see you grow up, married and play with my grandkids.. now that I love life, death is here."
I have faith, that she might just come out of this okay...so if by Oct 20th, she is still here, please find it in your heart to make her life a little brighter. She is my world, and if I must let her go, I want these six months to be the happiest of her life.
Sacramento, California
Bert's Story from North Carolina
I just turned 41 a few days ago. I lost my Mom on February 22, 2007 after a long fight with breast cancer. My mom was diagnosed at age 73, she had a mastectomy and then a recurrence 8 months later and after 2+ years of chemo she lost her battle with breast cancer. She left behind a multitude of family and friends who loved her dearly. I am writing to tell you the story of a dear niece she left behind.Vertrice, Bert, is a very caring 50 year old woman. She loved my mom dearly. She and her kids and grandkids referred to her as Nanny. Bert is a single Mom of three. Two of her children are adults but her baby, Sarah, is 14 and has cerebral palsy. Sarah is high functioning but will probably never be self supportive or be able to live entirely on her own. Bert cared for my Mom endlessly. She moved into my Mom's neighborhood, cooked meals and cleaned for her during her illness. She visited every day and was never too tired to step in and do whatever needed to be done.
Two weeks before my mom passed, Bert found a lump in her breast. She immediately went to the doctor, had a mammogram and soon found herself in the hospital recovering from a mastectomy. The reports are good, but she needs to go through extensive chemotherapy. She is keeping a positive attitude, does not ask for help but she is in need. She works as a cafeteria manager at a local middle school and is out of work for 3 months during the summer. She usually saves to cover her expenses during this time.
Unfortunately, this year she got the cancer and this has taken all of her money. She has health insurance but the co-pays for visits and prescriptions are costly. She lives every day to the fullest and does not ask for anything but I know she and Sarah are suffering.
Sarah is a typical teenager, she tries to be understanding but it is hard for her to understand why they do not have money to do things or why her Mom may not even have the energy to go to McDonalds, much less take a vacation. I will end this letter now but this is a story of a working American, who has no extra, but is just above the level to seek public assistance. Even though Bert's doctors are optimistic I know that my Mom's situation is always on her mind. To be told that you are totally cancer free and then to die within three years from cancer is not real reassuring. I know her worries are not for herself but for her daughter, Sarah, who needs her to be healthy to care for her.
Raeford, North Carolina
Lisa's Story from Ohio
A few months ago, I was diagnosed with breast cancer and had a mastectomy. I was fully aware of how important it was to get annual mammograms because of my family history, and because I am a nurse. I found my lump by accident and it had been one year since my last mammogram.I tried to convince myself that it was really an imaginary lump. I went in for my biopsy, and I thank God that I had a friend with me. My husband was away that week, and would not be back in town until that evening. Initially my head just spun and I was in tears when I was told the diagnosis. I could not believe it. However, the doctors and staff and my husband and friends have been incredibly supportive and I am so lucky. Although I am going through chemo and some days it is not easy, I am doing well overall.
If I am awarded the prize of $10,000, I do not want to keep it. I would like to have it donated to a non-profit women’s health foundation I started a few years ago. Although I work all day in a hospital, I spend my free time as the volunteer Executive Director of The Women’s Sexual Health Foundation (www.TWSHF.org). The Foundation’s mission is to educate women and healthcare providers on medical conditions that may impact a woman’s sexual well being, health and intimacy.
Since my diagnosis, I have personally come face to face with the fact that women with breast cancer may be able to obtain good medical care for their condition, but chemo and all of the subsequent medications, along with the surgery can impact a woman’s intimacy with her husband. Women hesitate raising this issue with their doctors and doctors often do not address these concerns. The money would be used to further educate women and healthcare providers on a topic that is a health issue and women desperately want help with. The e-mails we receive from women express devastation and a loss that only they can describe. It is a deep sadness, and as one woman has stated, it was as if she had a hole in her heart. Her sadness was that great. I believe no woman should ever have to suffer such a loss. With the award we can be minimize this sadness and patch the hole in their hearts.
Cincinnati, Ohio
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Shannon's Story from New Hampshire
My name is Shannon. I am a 28 year-old living with breast cancer. The long and short of it is that I was diagnosed on 8/31/06, and I underwent many surgeries after finding out I had the gene mutation for breast cancer.We thought I'd be cancer free- I had some chest pain after my last reconstructive surgery 5/01/07 - which shed light on the fact that breast cancer had made its way to my lungs. I am going to Boston in two weeks to talk to them about a new chemo regiment. I am so VERY anxious to get it going!
I have continued to be strong and positive and found it most important to LAUGH! I am a firm believer in positive thinking and that laughter can be the best medicine!
My story is in GREAT detail on www.breastcancerstories.com/Under 30/Shannon, I encourage any and all to read. It has been a great site for me to release... but to also keep friends, family, doctors, nurses, co-workers and customers- up to date on my progress. People have told me its made them cry... and made them laugh...I prefer the latter!
I have been through so much in the past not even a year, and have been told I've touched so many people, though THEY are the ones that have touched me with their thoughts, prayers, hugs and smiles. I am strong for not only me- but for them and my most wonderful husband Todd.
I too will continue to spread awareness to help with prevention, support and most of all- to let people know that this isn't the end! Last October- one month after my diagnosis and five days after my first chemo treatment- I comprised a team of over 30 for the Making Strides for Breast Cancer walk in Nashua NH. Our team raised over $3,600 in the short period of time. I could not have been more proud! I wasn't able to walk, but my husband pushed me in a wheel chair. This year I will walk it strong, and we will raise even more - for a cause that I hold so dear to me! Again, thank you for this opportunity!!
Milford, New Hampshire
Wendy's Story from Maine
My name is Wendy, and I was diagnosed with breast cancer December of 2003. I started http://www.breastcancerstories.com/wmccoole so I could share my journey with friends and family and not bombard them with email updates all the time.It all began when I found a lump just two weeks after a self-breast exam and just five days after my OBGYN check-up. Bizzare. My doctor suggested I wait a few weeks to see if it went away after my menstrual cycle, but it didn't. On Tuesday 12/2 I had an ultrasound, on Friday, 12/5 they said it was "suspicious" but likely benign, on Monday 12/8 I saw a surgeon and on Wednesday 12/10 I was in surgery to have the lump removed. That Friday they called to tell me it was cancer - ductal carcinoma, the most common kind - and the following Tuesday I was back in surgery to do a complete lumpectomy. I was absolutely wiped.
Because my Mom had BC three times and her sister had it once, they suggested I test for the cancer gene. Talk about anxious waiting! After just over a week we got the results back and I do NOT carry the gene (THANK GOD) so we started to prepare for treatments. Part of my testing showed I was positive for the HER2 protein, meaning my cells grow quickly, and since I am also in a pre-menopausal state, they suggested chemotherapy, followed by radiation.
What I can't say enough is how incredibly blessed I am to have the best family and friends in the world! I've received cards, flowers, gifts and so much love, support and prayers. Between that and my continuing to remain positive, I know I am going to be just fine.
Eliot, Maine
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