Mother of newborn found her strength in cancer journey
Giving birth to my son was an eye-opening experience as it helped me to channel my inner gut feeling that what I touched was indeed not normal.
As I gazed into that precious newborn’s eyes, I couldn’t help but to be worried the lump I felt was a matter of concern.
I quickly mentioned it to my prenatal care physician and then quickly to my general physician. It seemed within a blink I was being evaluated for a second opinion and then it was confirmed … it was breast cancer.
My youngest child, my only son, was only 3 weeks old when I went through surgery for removal of my breast. The fear of leaving behind five children haunted me, but not enough for me to doubt God.
I pushed through tears to learn how to aid myself and still care for my children who were all young and deserved the attention of their mother.
I spent many nights crying and waiting for the moments of what I knew happened to many—the hair shedding and avoiding what I would see in the mirror.
I decided one day to be courageous, get a haircut and find humor in my pain.
God’s plan for me definitely is to give witness to His goodness.
Today, I finally find total freedom in the joy of my journey. I still have a way to go but each year my son, who is now 23, celebrates a birthday—I rejoice as well. I have found my strength. I can endure anything and will walk with others, encouraging them to love their vibrant pink journey.