These three words are connected.
For me, it took time for God to turn my mess into my message.
I was 47 years old when I was diagnosed with Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. How could this be? I did not have a family history of breast cancer and I nursed both of my daughters. I did not think this would ever happen to me. In all reality, it did.
By the time I was diagnosed, the cancer was Stage 3a and Grade III, a very aggressive form of cancer. The first doctor I saw told me how LUCKY I was that it was breast cancer because I could probably survive at least five years.
Seven and a half years ago, I could not have predicted that I would host a website and Facebook page to encourage those who are affected by any type of cancer.
Controlling The Cancer, Mess
I reacted by being pro-active and taking control of what I could control: choosing doctors, organizing my appointments, taking notes during appointments and tracking my progress by organizing everything in a notebook. You see, as an educator, I made notebooks for everything. This was no different. Controlling all of those things made it feel like this cancer that had invaded my body would not control me.
I was determined that cancer, my mess, would not take over my life. I would not let cancer change my life.
Eventually, I made it through chemotherapy, two surgeries, and radiation. Either before work or after work, I drove myself to radiation because I could keep my life as normal as possible.
Living with a cancer diagnosis is a daily challenge.
It took me at least three-fours years before I could talk to others about my diagnosis and treatment. During treatment and the year following, I kept all of my feelings inside. Basically, I didn’t want to repeat it over and over. I wanted to surround myself with positive influences and positive words.
This cancer was not welcome in my body and I did not want to build on an extra room for it. I didn’t want it to move in. I just wanted it gone.
For 3 steps I took to live a more positive life, check out Dare To Trust God.