My sister and I are ‘twice sisters’ meaning we are blood sisters (born sisters) and pink sisters. Both of us have been personally affected by breast cancer which makes us pink sisters. In September/October of 2014, my sister called me to tell me that her mammogram was flagged and the radiologist really wanted to do a biopsy because she saw a cluster of cells. I told her that the majority of biopsies turn out to be benign and my motto was..’Don’t worry until you need to’. Now, we all know that is almost impossible but I really try to practice the concept.
Cheryll had a real peace about the whole process. It seemed like a lifetime had passed from the first call about the biopsy to the results call. In the meantime, I prayed and prayed and prayed!!
She had recently started a new job and I prayed to God that she would be okay and not have to join the Breast Cancer Survivor group. I have traveled that road. I was diagnosed the day after Christmas in 2008 with Stage 3a, Grade 3, Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. I prayed that she would not have to go down that road and that she would never have to endure chemotherapy and radiation. I prayed for a clear report.
When she received the biopsy report, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was devastated. I thought I took the bullet for the family. I cried. I cried for her. Then I prayed…okay God, if she has to have this diagnosis, I pray they caught it early.
Thankfully, they caught it early at Stage 0. She would only need a lumpectomy and radiation. The doctor was amazed and told her that it was unbelievable that it was only Stage 0. Regardless of what stage the breast cancer is a 1, 2, 3, or 4, a diagnosis brings so much more with it. Not only does it take a toll on you physically but it takes a toll on you emotionally and psychologically. It’s not like a root canal that you fix it in 2-3 visits to the dentist.
Okay…my view/opinion about breast cancer… the very hormone, estrogen, that defines you as a woman ends up globbing together with other estrogen cells to become breast cancer. So the very hormone that makes you a woman, trys to kill you, and the treatment robs you of your hair, eyelashes, eyebrows and so much more. I hope you can infer that I find this entire concept, hideous, outrageous and unacceptable. However, I can’t change that so I will only give it this small paragraph.
I am glad to report that Cheryll is cancer free. I have invited her to guest blog. I hope she is able to share her story soon. I am blessed to have her as my sister and now we are twice sisters.
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