On Monday at 4 PM, my family gathered around the phone, holding their breath and each other, waiting for the results. I had called my OB earlier that day, practically pleading, “Please get my results today.” A flurry of calls followed, and then the news came in. The biopsy was positive—I had breast cancer. Just like that, my world shifted. No long discussions, no clear answers yet—just a diagnosis and the immediate need to choose a surgeon, oncologist, and radiologist. A new chapter had begun, one that none of us were prepared for, yet one that demanded everything.
Tears fell freely among my family, but so did hugs and whispered prayers. What stood out most in that moment wasn’t the fear, though it was there; it was the love. I was surrounded by my family, the greatest support system anyone could ask for. And I had something even more powerful: God was on my side. Together, we prayed. We held tightly to our faith, asking God to protect me, heal me, and perform miracles. In 2003, there wasn’t a clear roadmap for women like me—facing surgery, chemotherapy, and radiation while pregnant. The weight of my decisions felt enormous, but I leaned fully into trusting God.
The resolve in my spirit was unshakable. I was ready to fight. Nothing—no diagnosis, no treatment, no uncertainty—was going to take me down. The Holy Spirit filled me with a supernatural peace, love, and grace that I can only describe as otherworldly. I knew deep in my soul that no one and nothing could take my life unless God allowed it. This wasn’t just a personal battle—it was a war against everything threatening me and my family. I chose to immerse myself in the Holy Spirit by faith, to clothe myself in the armor of God, and to stand in the promise of His protection.
I looked at my four daughters and made a vow. “God didn’t give them to me to take me away from them,” I told myself, over and over. That conviction became my anchor.
So, I made the appointments. I went to each one, knowing I would hear the worst news but choosing to face it head-on anyway. Each time, it was like another blow, another confirmation that this fight would be harder than I could have imagined. Yet, I began to recognize a pattern: this was how my cancer journey would unfold.
There would always be hard news. But there would also always be faith, resilience, and the unyielding presence of God carrying me through.
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