Celebrating Family
Just hearing the word cancer and being told you have cancer is totally
indescribable. When I was first diagnosed with breast cancer in 2001,
I was married. After long talks with my husband and family I choose to
have a mastectomy with a TRAM. At the time, I truly thought if I woke
up from surgery with a breast, I would be able to better accept the fact
that I have breast cancer and my husband wouldn't "look at me differently
or love me any less"; but how wrong I was. My TRAM didn't take, meaning all
my skin tissue that was used to build my breast died. The day after surgery,
the doctors came in, removed the bandages, and my husband's look said it all -
the breast was black. At that point, all I felt was lack of power, and such a
strong range of feelings from denial, severe anger and fear to frustration and
hopelessness. My husband turned away from me in every and all ways possible;
from emotionally supporting me, loving me, caring for me, and just becoming
the most inhumane person you could ever imagine. In 2003, I was re-diagnosed
with stage IV metastatic breast cancer that has spread to my bones, primarily
my entire spine, ribs and hips, but with strong chemotherapy, and as long as
the cancer doesn't spread to any of my organs, it could be maintained.
I currently go to U of M three times a month to receive my chemotherapy;
and my cancer has not spread to any organs and is being maintained to this day.
I strongly believe that to get through all this, all the feelings of anger,
being alone, you truly need a strong support system surrounding you at all
times, cheering you on, helping you not to give up. I was unfortunate in
that I did not have a strong support system at the onset in 2001 or at
the beginning of my re-diagnosed stage in 2003. As I stated, my husband
was not there for me in any way, shape or form; my siblings were not
there for me either; and it was my parents that truly stood by my side
throughout this entire time. They have never allowed me to give up hope.
I am also supported by my wonderful God sister Mary, who before I was
diagnosed in 2001 we truly never knew one another and now she is my
best friend and my biggest cheering fan. She works at the
University of Michigan's Business School and every Tuesday when
I have chemo, she comes to the Cancer Center and sits with me
during the first stage of my chemo. The funny thing is that the
nurses tell Mary when they are going to start my Benadryl then
Mary and I know we only have a few more minutes to talk and laugh
because I soon will fall asleep. It is those visits that get me
through the dreaded chemo. I'm 48 years old, recently divorced
from my husband who just wanted "his own life", so I'm now a single
mother of two wonderful boys, ages 15 and 10. It is truly because
of my boys that I'm here today fighting this disease, everyday for them.
The pain is excoriating and constant; however, when I see their smiling
faces every morning, I forget about the pain and I forget how sick I am
from the chemo. I try to teach and show them everyday to always have a
positive attitude and to follow their dreams. I remain active in both of
my boy's schools by volunteering whenever I am needed and able to. I am
also a volunteer at Gilda's Club, and I'm working with children at
Beaumont who have cancer; which is extremely rewarding. It has been a
tremendous challenge for me to communicate my illness and especially my
needs to my family. I've always been an extremely strong willed person
who's always had to be in control of everything, never wanting others
to do things for me, especially when it came to my sons. When I was
told my cancer was rapidly spreading in my bones and my driving had
to be pulled back to a bare minimum, that I'm not to do laundry or
any type of housework anymore, and I needed to hire a cleaning lady
and a nanny -- I thought I was truly going to lose it. I would say
to myself over and over again, "Now What"? But not only my family
and friends but also my physicians made me realize it was for my
best that if I hired people to do these things for me, it would
give me more energy to spend with my boys and I would be able
to do more things with them. They also helped and made me
realize I can only control things I have the power to control.
Today I have by far the best nanny in the world who will do
anything for me and my boy's and I've even taught both of my
boys how to do laundry and clean house, but most importantly,
I've taught my boys how to respect and love themselves and the
people in their lives and most importantly I've taught them to
NEVER GIVE UP THEIR DREAMS! My illness has been exceptionally
hard on both of my boys, especially now since the divorce and
them not understanding how their father's lack of feelings are.
My youngest son has excessive anxiety, he truly thinks and
believes I'm going to die during the night so he feels he
must sleep with me so he can "protect" me. My oldest son keeps
everything to himself. Since the divorce, he now feels he must
be the man of the house. The three of us are in family therapy
now and the boys are learning about my cancer and how to accept it.
My sons are stuck in the stage of anger and fear, but I know all
three of us will get through this. We have each other and we have
my wonderful parents, who without them, we would truly be without a home,
food, everything. I continue everyday telling my sons we won?t give up
because we have each other and I constantly remind them of our hopes and
dreams for our future and that we will make it together! Everyday we
wake up together and celebrate our love for each other and life.
This is my story of life's celebration!
- Dorene W.
Continue the Fight
I am a survivor since 1993 of breast cancer. I have been in the Race since 1995.
I am a nurse and I use my experience to speak to others about hope and finding a
cure for breast cancer. We walk as a family every year. My daughter-in-law's Mother
is a survivor and also walks with us. This year a new friend was stricken with breast cancer.
She is a Mother of 3 children - the youngest 4 years old. We need to stop this from happening
to another person. Please continue to fight this awful disease.
- Mary R.
Celebrating Life
I am celebrating 10 years of being cancer free! At the time I was diagnosed with breast cancer,
I thought my days were numbered. My grandmother died from it and my mother is also a survivor.
As the mother of two daughters, I can only pray that we find the cure before either of them or
my granddaughter faces breast cancer. In my case, it was a mammogram that found the suspicious area.
Because we caught it early, I am a survivor. I am both disappointed and furious when I hear people
suggest that regular mammograms are not necessary! Every woman should have the opportunity for preventive
medicine and screenings. Only then can we reduce the costs of care and the emotional and physical
destruction of the patient when it is allowed to advance. And I say to those of you who avoid mammograms
"because you don't want to know": Get your head out of the sand and see the light! Just because you
"don't know" doesn't mean it is not there. Breast cancer is in our bodies for many years before it shows up.
Catch it early and celebrate your life! It is a gift you give to yourself, your family and your friends!
- Sherry D.
A Time to Celebrate
The year 2006 hit our family hard with my sister-in-law DeeDee being diagnosed with breast cancer.
While she was undergoing treatment, including a lumpectomy and radiation, I was diagnosed with
stage III breast cancer. I had a bi-lateral mastectomy and reconstructive surgery in July of 2006,
followed by chemotherapy and radiation. Both of us were blessed with the support of family and friends
and now in 2008 we are both participating in the May 31, 2008 Race to celebrate ourselves being SURVIVORS.
- Charlene M.
Looking Forward to Many More Races
Currently, I have been disease free for over a year; a rarity for stage IV breast cancer patients.
I had over 20 tumors throughout my body, on my liver and bones. The three tumors in my breast made
up a seventeen centimeter mass. Since I had IBC; it was not detectible on scans and the doctor told
me it was plugged milk ducts and milk filled cysts. At the age of 31 with a 3 year old son and 10
month old daughter I had to discuss with my husband what was to be done in the event of my death.
Thankfully I'm still here and still healthy and looking forward to many more "Races".
- Jessica H.
A Meaningful Birthday
I have never had breast cancer and I know four women who are survivors. One of them is young,
under 40, and three of them are in their 60's and 70's. I ran in the Race last year with a group
of friends to honor one of those women. It was a great experience and very moving. This year I will turn 40.
I was looking up when the Race would be this year and started reading all the information about breast cancer.
I always planned on going on a cruise with my girlfriends for my 40th birthday.
Finances and circumstance would dictate that unfortunately wouldn't be happening.
That's when I got the idea of putting together a team to run.
I wouldn't be able to go on a cruise with my girlfriends but I could give them an even greater gift - raising money for breast cancer
that may someday affect one of us. So, for my 40th birthday I have put together a team of runners called "Over the Hill(s) 40ur future".
This is in celebration of all women and especially those turning 40! I can't imagine a better birthday present than helping other women
and their families fight breast cancer.
- Stacie H.
Celebrating and Remembering
I arrived at the site after a month of anticipation. This walk was not only in memory and celebration
of many I knew (or my donators knew) who had been affected by the disease, but also a celebration of
my personal health and fitness goals. I pinned the names of the survivors on one side of my back (short list)
and the victims on the other side (long list)--I forgot some names. Tears welled in my eyes and I prayed
for the families as I took pictures of me in my race gear with each name. The walk was light compared to
what others have experienced. I am trying to organize a corporate team. I can't wait for next year.
Thanks for all you do, Karmanos team!
- Sibyl W.
Support from Family and Friends
I was diagnosed with Inflammatory Breast Cancer (IBC) with mets to liver and skeletal
the day before the Detroit Race in 2006; I was so proud to be able to participate in
the race this year as a one year survivor! Like many cancer survivors; I had a rocky
road to get to diagnosis and treatment but thankfully once diagnosed I responded extremely
well to treatment, no evidence of disease (NED) since November 2006. In the six months it
took the doctors to figure out I had cancer it was completely out of control; the symptoms
I had did not present as the classic "lump" because inflammatory cancer grows in webbed sheets
and can not be seen in mammograms, x-rays or ultrasounds. Many doctors misdiagnose it because it is so rare.
I was 31 years old and breastfeeding when I was diagnosed. I am very lucky to be alive today.
In my fundraising efforts this year; I received the most generous donation from my 11 year old nieces.
Christina and Cailin H., identical twins who turned 11 on June 4th decided rather than receiving
gifts for their birthday they would like cash to donate to the Race for the Cure. These girls
raised about $200. I have never been more proud of two little girls in my life!
Looking forward to many more races and hopefully able to run rather than walk one day!!!
I walked with Jody's team; Jody is a childhood friend of mine who was diagnosed with breast
cancer the week before I was. We grew up going to school, running track, competing on swim
team and performing in synchronized swimming together. Who would have thought we'd go through a
chronic illness together. Many of our childhood friends walked with us or ran; it was a wonderful
reunion as I have lived out of state for the past 10 years and had so much fun meeting up with old friends.
- Jessi H.
A Proud Daughter
This story is about my mother. Her name is Maggie S. and she has survived breast cancer TWICE.
She would never want the attention, not to celebrate it; the attention should not be on her.
But every time I attend the Race, every time I talk to others about their fight, their friend's fight,
their relative's fight, I think of what an amazing thing it is for my mother to have beaten such a
horrible disease twice. She was diagnosed first in December, 1996, detected by a mammogram.
A lumpectomy was done and radiation followed, just in case. Nothing was found in her lymph nodes
but they wanted to make sure there wasn't anything lurking. That was kind of a scary Christmas.
She continued with the standard course of treatment, and after 5 years was deemed "Cancer Free".
The family always participated in the Race every year, with my mother wearing her pink hat. She
never really wanted to wear it, too much attention on herself. Then, in 2003 - seven years after
the first diagnosis - my mother found a lump. Same breast and back to the surgeon's table, this
time for a mastectomy. I took some days off work to help her around the house as she healed, she
didn't want the attention then either. She continued with chemo - and beat it again. That year was
my wedding in June - she had to get a falsie to make her dress fit. We walked at the Race that year a
week before my wedding, me carrying my sign "My Mother Beat Breast Cancer TWICE!" People hugged her and
they called out to her - she didn't want the attention. She didn't want to wear her pink hat.
I told her I was going to make her a shirt that said "guess which one is real and which one is fake"
but she wouldn't want that attention either. I don't know why my mother doesn't want the attention.
I think it might be that at the Race she sees so many young faces on the "In Memory" signs.
I may never know why she doesn't like the attention, to celebrate the joy of having beaten this disease TWICE -
I am sure she celebrates in her own way, when she sees her children or her grandchildren perhaps.
I know I celebrate it as often as I can. My mom never lost her hair during any of her treatments -
I donate my hair because of that. This disease affects everyone differently, different severities,
different side affects, different times in life. All I know is that my mom is amazing to me and I
am proud to advertise that my mom beat breast cancer TWICE!!!!!
-Theresa D.
Celebrating Life with Family and Friends
I was diagnosed with bilateral breast cancer on May 11, 2006. And this year, I am "Celebrating Life"
at the Race for the Cure with my family and friends with our team "Angels for Julie." I was shocked when
I heard the words "cancer", even though my sister, Marlene Zoratti, had died of pancreatic cancer well
before her time at age 60. Here I was, with cancer at the same age. But, what made the difference for
me was the amazing support of friends, coworkers, family and people I had never even met before. My
daughters, Jenny and Janine, were my rocks. They told me not to be a victim, but to be a survivor.
My best friend, Lori, was by my side with every test, treatment and doctor visit. She even called
me on my cell phone after each and every radiation treatment (all 30 of them) to give me the
"countdown". My newborn little grandson, Giovanni, was my good luck charm, and came to every
doctor visit where the news was getting better and better. I am a survivor, taking Femara,
practicing yoga and eating mostly organic. I don't plan to get a recurrence, thanks to my
friends and family who supported me the entire way. I thank them and dedicate this Race for
the Cure to my sister, Marlene, and to my "Angels for Julie."
- Julie S.
Thank You
In 2005 I was invited by a co-worker to participate in the
Race for the CureŽ and since my mother passed away from breast cancer in April 1997, thought
this would be a good way to honor her memory. In 2006 I decided to try and put together my
own team for the Race and was only able to convince my husband and our three daughters to
participate in it with me. Now it's 2007 and I have my own team again and it looks like by
the day of the event (June 16, 2007) I will have tripled our team's membership with over
15 family and friends joining the Cure Crusaders for this year's Race! Everything was going
great until I was diagnosed with two types of breast cancer on April 16, 2007. Since I am
classified as 'high risk' (because my mother died of breast cancer), I was advised to have
mammograms every 6 months which I have been doing now for almost 10 years. In February my tests
showed some suspicious calcifications, so they did a core needle biopsy in March. The results came
back inconclusive and on April 4th I had a surgical biopsy at the Rose Cancer Center at Beaumont
Hospital in Royal Oak. On April 16th I received a call from the oncologist at Beaumont that the
results came back positive and that I had early stage breast cancer in two areas of my left breast.
Being fortunate enough to be involved with Karmanos through the Race for the CureŽ, I contacted a
team leader, Jan T., who put me in touch with Maureen M. and Laura Z. (all angels sent from heaven!).
Laura got me an appointment with Dr. Blake at Karmanos Cancer Institute for a second opinion. Laura met me
in the lobby and sat most of the day with my husband and I as I met with the doctors, nurses, and technicians
throughout the day. They took nine more mammograms and found several more areas of calcifications that are
most likely cancerous. Because of their findings and my doctor's recommendations, I am scheduled to have a
bilateral mastectomy on May 22nd - just 3 1/2 weeks before this year's Race! I feel very fortunate to be
involved with such a fabulous organization, caring individuals, and expert care givers. I honestly don't
know what I would have done had I not been able to go to Karmanos and obtain the second opinion that was
so important to my health. I'm looking forward to walking in this year's Race with my team - and if I
can't walk, I'll ride the trolley! But by gosh nothing will keep me away from participating this year
since it is because of Karmanos that I have the knowledge and the strength to fight this disease and want
others to know that they can be Cure Crusaders against breast cancer too! Let's all Crusade for a Cure!
-Jo S.
Faith, Prayers and Early Detection
My name is Theresa, I am 46 years old. I finished my
chemo and radiation in February of this year. My children decided to start a team for
this Race in my honor. My 22- year old daughter Laura was given the job of coming up with
the team name. Being 22, her and her friends came up with some pretty outrageous names. I
finally had to decide on one that I wouldn't be embarrassed by. Our team name is "Saving
Second Base". When we went to pick up our packets all the people there wanted to meet us
because they loved the name. I got through my fight with cancer with a lot of faith, a
lot of prayers and a lot of love from friends and family. I had a fellow survivor convince me
that I wasn't sick, but was fighting a battle and that I could WIN. And I did! I only missed
three days of work through all my treatments. I refused to feel sorry for myself. I feel very
fortunate that so much research has been done. Without it I know my story wouldn't have turned
out so well. You need to be responsible to your body. You need to get your yearly mammogram
and pap done. Early detection is the only reason I'm ok. Please, please don't put it off any longer.
-Theresa D.
Willing to Make a Difference
My Grandmother Emma R., God-Mother Josey M., Aunt Elaine H.,
and Mother Renee C. are all breast cancer survivors. I am proud to say that I come from a strong
family and I am very proud to say that I am now more than willing to support the cause in any way
that I can, that means participating in all events that support this cause. I am 23 and I have
experienced some of my co-workers, not much older than me die from breast cancer. I celebrate my family
members survival and also their willingness to survive. God Bless everyone and please get checked.
-Dannielle J.
Celebrating Strength
January of this year, I found out that my mom had a
lump in her breast. She found the lump just before the holidays and did not share the news
with her children until after Christmas for fear of ruining everyone's good spirit. The
biopsy was inconclusive so a lumpectomy was performed. I was so sure in my heart that this
was not going to be anything but a scare. My mom and the rest of my family were absolutely
devastated to find out that she had stage II breast cancer. They removed all of her lymph
nodes and some more breast tissue. The plan of care was chemotherapy and radiation. My
mother is the person that has held our family together through thick and thin. She has
always been the one to take care of everyone else. Now it's our turn to help her and be
there when she needs us the most. She is still completing her first round of chemotherapy treatments.
She is one of many strong women who fight this disease day in and day out. She is strong; she is a fighter
and will not let cancer or chemotherapy get the best of her. She is an inspiration to me and those who know her.
-Shannon R.
A Release of Emotions
October 5, 2005, diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer.
I was devastated! Now, I am officially a Breast Cancer Survivor in March 2006. Just finished
my radiation on June 5, 2006. Done with chemotherapy, surgery and radiation. I got my Race packet today. I did not even begin to anticipate the emotion I would feel when I put on that survivor
hat. No one could have prepared me for that. My friend picked up my packet and brought it to work for
me. I wore that hat home from work that night. All of a sudden, the word survivor in writing made it
so real to me. I realized how lucky I am to be a survivor. It was true, I survived. I cried all the
way home from work, good tears! I was surprised at my sudden emotional moment. I must have had
emotions left to release from the past 8 months of cancer treatment. I thought I had, but I was wrong.
I hope some day to eradicate this disease and end the loss of loved ones. For the ones who did not make it,
I cannot forget. For the ones who did make it, I cannot forget. We will find the cure!
-Charlene S.
Hoping to Ride Free and Easy
My dear friend Shirley D. discovered a mass in her right
breast on April 27, 2006, during her routine mammogram. A biopsy was performed that day, only
later to discover it was cancer, shortly after she received a lumpectomy to the right breast.
The last 6 weeks has been a roller coaster ride with multiple doctor appointments, biopsy,
blood draw and tons of information. Even for me an Emergency Room Nurse it's very overwhelming.
Today was very hard, Shirley still sore from receiving a mediport on Wednesday was schedule to
start Chemo today, however another mass was found in her right breast so another biopsy was
performed. Yet Shirley, with great spirit and pride said " Loretta well don't worry we can
walk for the cure tomorrow and I won't be tried from Chemo". Shirley is a woman full of life
energy and a loud mouth almost as loud as her screaming eagle pips on her Harley Davidson
motorcycle. I pray she can ride her motorcycle by the end of the summer. God bless you Shirley and let's find a cure.
-Loretta H.
Walking with Pride
I found a lump in my breast last November 2005 and in fear,
because I had smoked for 25+ years did not tell anyone. I would sit and cry when the swelling got
to be too bad. One night my husband came in on one of those cries and I told him. He made me make
an appointment the next day. My doctor sent me for a mammogram (that I had not had in 5 years)
they examined me and scheduled the biopsy ASAP. When it came back benign (YIPPIE) I was glad to
walk today with pride that I am a survivor and will continue to support this great cause.
-Karen H.
Mother and Daughter Unite in Celebration
I'm a 15-year survivor of breast cancer.
This was my first time to walk in the race. I walked with my daughter, who was
diagnosed with breast cancer in January 2006. It was such a wonderful experience
to do the walk. My daughter and I are doing this for our daughters, granddaughters
and nieces. My daughter is doing great and will be a survivor like me.
It was a wonderful day to be with so many survivors.
-Norma L.
Hugs to Survivors
I am blessed to be a seven year survivor of
breast cancer and I look forward to the walk every year just to talk and walk
with all the survivors and loved ones that have lost family members. I love to
give hugs. Thank you.
-Valarie W.
Celebrating the Support of So Many
I'm one of the very fortunate ones who not
only beat cancer, but had one of the best outcomes possible. And, during the months
of diagnosis, surgery, and radiation treatments, I also had one of the best support teams
ever...my friends, family and coworkers. These are my angels who will walk with me on the
"Angels for Julie" team. I was diagnosed with bilateral breast cancer in May, 2006, with
two different types of cancer in each breast. The first recommendation was to have double
mastectomies, but I wanted to try to save my breasts since I was Stage I. When it was
discovered that I was estrogen positive and negative lymph nodes, the doctors at Karmanos
indicated that chemotherapy would not help, but to take a pill called Femara. I also
understood lumpectomies would also be as good a choice as mastectomy, so I chose to
save my breasts. I had two surgeries, followed by 30 radiation therapy treatments,
which were completed in late October. Through it all I had so much support, and want
to bring everyone together at the Race for the CureŽ and walk for all the survivors,
like me, and for all those who lost their battle to this disease. Julie S. Angels for Julie 2007
-Julie S.
God's Grace is Part of the Healing
In April 2006 God started to minister to me through the Holy
Spirit by asking me to start to increase my praise. He asked me to begin to take walks and whatever
trials that I was experiencing I had to learn to let go during these walks and give it to God.
I had no idea what God was preparing me for. After my 30th birthday, I found a lump in my left
breast during a breast self examination. In May 2005 I scheduled an appointment with my OBGYN
(who is not only one of the top African American female doctors in the State of Michigan, but
also a Christian ) Dr. Jeanne C. examined me and requested I have a mammogram on both
breast. Yes, I had just turned 30 years old and was having a mammogram 10 years earlier than when
I should began having that procedure performed! I have a testimony. I went to Karmanos Cancer
Institute for the mammogram and was gently guided to the mammography area where I instructed to get
disrobed and to fill out a questionnaire. One of the first questions asked is do you have immediate
family members who have or has been diagnosed with breast cancer. My answer was No. My mother has
always had benign Fibroids in her breast and I just assumed that was what I was now experiencing. T
he mammogram showed much more; a large lump was identified and a Core Needle Biopsy was performed
to find Ductal Carcinoma Insitu (DCIS) High Grade with microscopic Foci suspicious for invasion
into the breast. I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. I have a testimony. I had one of two options.
I could accept the "world's report" or I could believe the "report of the Lord". I chose God.
I immediately started professing healing over my breast, got a second opinion and went back to my
OBGYN where we began to put my journey in perspective and as a God-fearing woman she explained to me
where I was headed with God and she began to minister to my sprit to lay the foundation of my next steps,
recommended a Christian surgeon to perform whatever procedure was needed to remove the cancer and she
left me with words of encouragement. I had a Mastectomy performed on August 9, 2006 with a lymph node
biopsy that showed the Breast Cancer had already spread to the lymph node area (right under the left armpit).
This changed the diagnosis from non-invasive cancer to invasive cancer. God continue to guide me through
prayer on my decision and he was using me to eventually speak out about something greater than just
Breast Cancer but healing the disconnection as women with ourselves. My general surgeon explained
that this tumor did not appear overnight, but had been festering for some years. All types of
questions went through my head as to why I did not detect it when it was smaller, how could I
not know my body was experiencing changes, when did I disconnect from hearing the Holy Spirit
concerning my body. That is when God spoke and said that I must tell my story to others so that
they are not afraid to reconnect with themselves. I have a testimony. After I had a second surgery
to remove 13 more lymph nodes (which were all negative of cancer, Praise God), I had a third surgery
to remove a tissue expander that was initially placed in my chest wall to start breast reconstruction.
The Holy Spirit told me not to start the process at that time, but due to vanity and fright of how I
would look without a breast did not listen. So, I chose to go back and have it removed after it had
become infected. It was suggested initially that I have both aggressive Chemotherapy treatment for 6
months followed by Radiation. I took it to God and during my meeting with my Medical Oncologist it
was agreed that I would have Aggressive Chemotherapy for 4 mos. and no Radiation. God is great! The s
ide effects to this treatment would be nausea, vomiting, alopecia, cardio toxicity (pollution of the
heart) and several others. Now everyone knows that for women our crowning glory is our hair and as a
model in Chicago for 3 years I have learned that you can cultivate your image around. It was suggested
that I start to look at wigs prior to my first treatment because 17 days after my first treatment I
would begin to lose my hair. I have a testimony. I had my first treatment October 26, 2006. On November 15th,
I asked my mother to cut my hair as short as she could get it because it had already detached from my scalp
and I would wash the remaining hair off my head. That night I cried as I washed my hair clean off my head,
and I looked in the mirror and God spoke to me again and said I am giving you a new crown of glory; My Glory!
You will model my glory for all to see how great I am. Your confidence will be in Me and that is what will shine
through! You will use your professional skills to recruit women to return into covenant with their own selves in
order to be able to fulfill the many covenants they hold with their husbands, children and friends. You will urge
women to get in front of the mirror and heal the disconnection and to throw off their clothes like David. They will
dance, cry, demand things of themselves in 2007 because this their year to walk with Me, let me fulfill their prayers,
carry them through their transitions and re-cement their foundation with Me. Urge them to walk with Me through whatever
problem they face, Breast Cancer, Weight fluctuation, Diabetes, High Blood Pressure, Egzyma, Tension Headaches, and Depression.
Its time for the women of God to start to seek help from within themselves; have an honest conversation in the mirror with
themselves and commit to walking with Me and listening to the Holy Spirit that they have within to heal their disconnection
and make themselves whole again! Because of this testimony, I am speaking at several churches in the surrounding area and
urging women to do self breast examinations.
-Katrina S.
Cancer Free
Last fall, September 2005, I went in for my very first mammogram.
I was being proactive, since my regular Pap & breast exam were scheduled for October. I wanted my d
octor to have all the necessary tests while I was there...that way it was over & done with. I got
the call and the letter that said I needed to return to the mammogram center to have another mammogram
and ultrasound, probably just routine. I wasn't sick; I had no symptoms, and couldn't feel anything in
my breast. Within days I went for the tests and within three days I had the call...come into the office
we have found a suspicious lump in your left breast. By the first of October I was in for a biopsy
(wire localization biopsy) - they had to insert a wire into my breast using ultrasound to see.
They were so my surgeon knew where to find the tumor-no one, not even the doctors could feel it.
The biopsy came back malignant...I had stage one BREAST CANCER!
I had a lumpectomy the next week (all lymph nodes were cancer free) and by November 8, 2005
I had started chemotherapy. My last chemo was April 20, 2006 and I began radiation treatments
May 16, 2006. My hair is getting pretty thick now and my body is finally getting back to feeling normal -
I still need some shots to boost my white & red blood cells, but other than that things are going well.
I have been cancer free since they took out the tumor, and I pray everyday that I stay that way!
-Janie O.
Early Detection is the Rally Cry
I was diagnosed with infiltrative ducal carcinoma in September 2005.
Soon after, I was scheduled for a biopsy, followed by a lumpectomy, but my diagnosis indicated that that
the margins were still not clear, so I had to have a mastectomy to eradicate the cancer. A few weeks
after the last surgery, I began intravenous chemotherapy in December that was completed on May 4th.
It has been a long physical/emotional process, and I still have to have another surgery on June 20th
for reconstruction. Since I got annual mammograms and went to the gynecologist two times a year,
I never thought I'd be diagnosed with breast cancer, but I was wrong! This did not change my fate,
only my chances for recovery, because early detection is your hope! That's why I think it is important for you to support the Komen Race for the CureŽ financially, as well as participating
in the Race. I've been told that one in 8 women will be diagnosed with breast cancer & this
number is too high. I hope and pray you will never experience this disease in your lifetime,
but together, maybe we can make a difference!
-Judy V.
Moving On with Gratitude
I participated in last year's Detroit Race for the CureŽ
just days after my surgical biopsy. My first baseline mammogram at age 35 identified "suspicious
calcifications". I walked by myself. My good friend Kelly was running the Race. I had such fear.
This year I am hoping to walk with a team. I feel so much stronger than I did last year. I have
been through a bilateral mastectomy, radiation therapy and reconstruction. I have met so many
courageous, beautiful and positive women in my support group who have been through so much.
Life is different. It is more precious. I am writing this story as I sit recovering from my
final reconstruction surgery. I am amazed at what I've been through in this year, thankful
for my family, friends, fellow survivors and my doctors. I am so happy to be able to give back
through the race. My husband and 3 year old son will be walking with me this year and with God's
grace next year we'll be doing the walk with another stroller. Life is good, and I am so happy to be living it!
-Heidi H.
Love and Hope for the Future
I am a breast cancer survivor of almost 7 years.
I have walked in the Race for the CureŽ for the last 6 years. Every year I am truly
amazed at the love and hope that I receive when I put on that pink shirt!
My greatest fear is not for myself, I can handle whatever God sends me, but
I am afraid for my daughter who now is high risk. I pray that soon mothers,
grandmothers, and daughters will not have to worry anymore. Having breast
cancer made me a better person; it has made me thankful for everyday. I
would like to thank every person who walks or works at the Race, you
are my heroes! THANK YOU AND GOD BLESS YOU!
-Margi S.
Celebrating One Year
I'm a 37 year old celebrating my one year survivorship.
I will be walking in the Race two weeks after my second reconstructive surgery. I am very
happy to be able to walk in the Detroit Race for the CureŽ and hope to come back year after year.
I will be walking on the Kinder Company team.
-Barbara R.
Divine Diva's Show Up With Faith
I am a team member of the Divine Diva's. We are a group of
women from the First United Methodist Church of Hazel Park. We started a healthy living/weight
loss support group in February of this year. We named our support group Healthy Living Squared.
The square is made up of God our Father, Jesus, the Holy Ghost and ourselves. The group not only
wanted to loose weight but wanted to get healthy and be able to fight diseases if we happen
to develop one (like breast cancer). All of us in our group have been touched in one way or
another by breast cancer. So we are gathering together to walk for the first time in the
Race for the CureŽ!! God bless everyone.
-Jackie S.
A Positive Attitude Since 1961
In the month of February, I discovered a lump in my left
breast while taking a bath. I was 41 years old, with 5 children, ages 3 years to 12 years.
My main concern was to help my husband raise these five young people. As an R.N., not employed
at the time, early detection and early treatment was most important. By May of 1961, my doctors
decided to start with surgery, doing a frozen section - examining tissue from the node while I
was lying on the operating table. The decision to perform a radical mastectomy was discussed
previously, and agreed upon. Surgery went very well. Nine days later, while still a patient,
the doctors performed a bilateral salpin-oophorectomy with our permission (tubes and ovaries).
Twenty-one days from check-in, I was home with the family and feeling quite well. In 1961,
surgeries and treatments were very different than in 2004. This is where the progress in
medicine shows an obvious change for the better. Nonetheless, I have never regretted the
decisions we made. After surgery, my exercise for my left arm was hanging laundry outdoors -
no dryer. Every day there was 'laundry' for my exercise. The children adjusted to my presence
at home because they played outdoors during my "exercising." Having a positive attitude enabled
me to survive each level of discovery, surgery and healing. My husband, Frank Roach, was always
most supportive. Unquestionably, God was with me the whole time. My sister, Catherine,
discovered a 'lump' and ignored it because of lack of insurance. She succumbed within
the five-year period associated with C.A.
-Annamary R.
The Love of a Co-Survivor
I have just passed my five-year
anniversary. It seems like it was just yesterday when I heard my doctor
confirm my worst fears. This has been a blessing for me and it has
changed my life forever. My co-survivor was and is my husband Ed, who
fed me with a spoon when I would not eat, who took care of my burns when
I could only cry and who sat by me when I had my chemo every three
weeks. I think he suffered more than I did, and I could see the helpless
look on his face and the pain when he had to give me a shot. Just
holding my hand when I felt like I wanted to give up, and making me
realize how lucky I was – because I was surviving! He is the real hero
in my story, and he still is today. I want to give hope and love to all
the other women who are going through this today. You can and you will
win, and then you can share with others. God bless all of us, and thank
you for all the thousands of people who help us in our fight. The Lord
has a special place for all of you!
-Margi S.
God is in Control
My name is Mauretta and I thank God for
being able to tell my story; that I am a breast cancer survivor. I am 42
years old and I was diagnosed in January of 2004. I had to go through
chemotherapy and radiation treatments. I can truly tell you staying
grounded in the Lord and having faith will bring you through. I say it's
okay to cry, but don't let your weeping cripple your faith. My family
was a big support to me. I am so proud of my children and how they
handled the situation. They understand that God is in control. My Pastor
and his wife and the church family are still praying for me. My
co-workers supported me, brought food and gifts, came over to have lunch
and prayed for me. I truly love them all. My neighbor drove my children
back and forth to school and just helped overall. Women – please check
yourselves, make sure you give yourself monthly breast self-exams, and
continue to have faith that God is in control.
-Mauretta R.
Today is a Gift
In 1999, my beautiful sister lost her
battle with lung cancer. In 2002, after finding a spot on my own lung, I
underwent lung surgery to remove what was found to be a benign tumor.
With the curve the past year had thrown me, I made a conscious decision
to postpone my 2002 mammogram. That, I knew, could wait. After all - how
much would God give me to deal with? So in July of 2003 I went in for my
'annual' (OK: bi-annual) mammogram. When they called the next day asking
me to return, I have to admit I was shook up. The day I found out was
July 18th, the day my sister would have been 49 years old. I woke up
that morning and said to myself, "I have cancer." I knew it. But still,
when I heard the words from the doctor, I had a major meltdown. Not
about what you'd imagine. I knew that I would be okay. I was used to
challenges by now. But how could I possibly put my family through this
again? Telling my children was bad. Telling my parents was the worst.
They say God only gives you what you can handle. But why would he want
my parents to handle so much? And my poor husband! Sometimes you forget
that when an illness strikes in the family, the ill person is not the
only one who suffers. In fact, they probably suffer the least. We know
what we're going through. Our loved ones have to watch us go through it.
I always knew this, but one day, toward the end of my treatments, the
message came to me loud and strong. I was about to drive our kids to
dance. I was tired and had barely enough energy to drive. Just before
leaving, our dog got past the fence and ran away. I'll never forget my
husband's word: "Why does everything happen to me?" My first reaction
was an enormous sense of anger. HIM? What is HE going through? But when
I stopped and though about it, I remember what I had always told people.
"It's worse on the loved ones". For any of you whose children have had
serious illnesses, you know exactly what I mean. One of the worst parts
of being sick is the feeling of inability to give to others. Everyone is
always doing for YOU. That was so unnatural to me. But I found ways
around that problem. In small ways, we can still 'do for others'. One of
my favorite things during my treatment was to bring goodies for the
nurse and technicians. If I was feeling strong enough, I'd bake. When I
was too tired, bagels and cream cheese still made them smile. They all
received gifts at the end of my treatment. So did my mother and my kids
- they all deserved something special, and it was a small but great
celebration. The waiting room is also a great place to help others.
People new to treatment have a lot of fears - and sometimes a lot of
time on their hands. Some women needed a comforting voice telling them
"it's really okay - not as bad as you're probably imagining." Some
people just needed a quiet smile and an interest in what they had to
say. But all of them needed to know that I cared. And how my helping
them helped me! I was extremely sensitive to the frustration of being
far away from a sick loved one. So I sent out email updates to my many
friends and family members around the country. I wanted them to feel
like they were part of the healing process. One of the most enjoyable
ways I accomplished this was the day I went to get my radiation tattoos.
I sent a message to let everyone know and declared a tattoo contest. I
decided to fill in the tattoos when my radiation was over, and requested
suggestions, or entries, into the contest. The best part of this contest
turned out to be for me - because now when I look in the mirror I don't
see this scarred body - I see Tinkerbell! The blessings and spirituality
of my cancer were endless. And they continue - even today. For example,
a neighbor went with me to my first appointment at the cancer center -
even though she had to take off her second day at a new job! My
children's dance teacher, who lives no where near us, drove the kids to
and from dance many times. Dinners were dropped off. A woman I never met
sent me a pair of beautiful, handmade earrings, just because her niece
told her "My friend's mom has breast cancer". I met three of the most
wonderful human beings who greeted me every day with a smile, a hug,
music and two minutes of intense radiation. For the first time in my
children's young lives, they got living proof that someone could have
cancer and live. My youngest daughter experienced great joy when we
volunteered as part of the preparation team for the Komen Detroit Race
for the CureŽ. We joined a team of others at the Karmanos Cancer
Institute - sorting thousands of t-shirts for the many teams
participating in the event. I organized my own team, "Sandy's Support
Team", thinking perhaps 10 people might participate. Almost 40 friends
walked with me that day, showing their love and support. This year I'm
hoping for at least 80 - and you're all invited. A fellow temple member
was the only man on my support team. When he ran with the bulls in
Spain, he wore the Race scarf around his wrist. Now I feel like I'VE run
with the bulls! And then there was the gift from God - the gift of inner
strength and peace. Strength in knowing I could hurdle through life's
bumps with a positive attitude. Peace in knowing that I have few regrets
in life, that I have not saved for tomorrow but lived for today. I am a
firm believer that we make our own heaven here on earth. Though we can't
always choose what happens in our lives, we do choose the way we handle
life. If it's "all about me", it's not much of a life. I have been
blessed with the gifts others have given me; and I have been blessed
with the joys of being able to give to others. So I end my story with
this story that says it all. Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the
same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour
each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next
to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat
on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives
and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military
service, where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon when the man
in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by
describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the
window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour
periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the
activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park
with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children
sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers
of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the
distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite
detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and
imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window
described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the
band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window
portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed. One morning,
the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the
lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his
sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the
body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he
could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the
switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first
look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out
the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the
nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described
such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the
man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he
just wanted to encourage you." So what does all this mean? There is
tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money
can't buy. "Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."
Sandy J.
Commitment to the Cause
I am a 7 1/2 year breast cancer survivor
and have participated in the Komen Detroit Race for the CureŽ many
times, even before my diagnosis. As a survivor now, it never ceases to
amaze me at the number of people who support this cause. This year, the
day of the race was extremely hot and people did not waiver from their
commitment to the cause. I thank you all! Let's kick this in the butt!
-Kathy K.
A Sister’s Love
Two words were all it took for my sister to
tell me. "It's me,'' she said through the phone as if answering a
20-year-old question - When and which one (or ones) of us would be
diagnosed with breast cancer, the disease that took our mother's life in
1984? A rush of fear raced through my bloodstream, creating a panic like
none I had ever felt. For all those years, I tricked myself into
believing that mom's cancer was not hereditary. Certainly, her
environment, her excessive caffeine intake and the stress of raising
four children while her husband was in Vietnam triggered it. Even when
my infant son was diagnosed with kidney cancer six years ago, it was
easier for me to accept his one in a million odds of getting this
particular cancer than to make a connection to family genetics. By
considering the latter, I would have to put myself in the line of fire -
something that I could not emotionally handle. Going through life
without my mother really stinks. I cannot bear the thought of my
children or sister's children suffering the same fate. I'm sure that I
echoed the same lines to Vicky that other family members said when she
gave them the news. Among them, "You are not mom'' and "There have been
a lot of medical advances in 20 years.'' Still, she couldn't shake the
similarities, namely the fact that both were 42 at diagnosis and that
she had heard again and again over the years that she was most like our
mother as if that sealed her fate. "Just coincidence,'' we all said.
Dwelling on the past was something we could not afford, especially
considering the poor medical treatment our mother received and lack of
resources available to her at the time. With Vicky's permission, I took
on the task of learning about her particular type of cancer and all of
the options to treat it. Her husband, Tom, and I shared information to
help the two of them make the best medical decisions. They were very
fortunate to find a breast care team. Her oncologist, reconstructive
plastic surgeon, and counselor worked together to care for her physical
and emotional needs. A few days before the surgery, I flew to her home,
and vowed to stay close until I knew she was okay. While I left my own
family behind, I carried with me the powerful reminder that my own son
is a survivor. Vicky had no choice but to follow in his footsteps, I
told her. It was the new family trend. I still smile at remembering
Dakota's comments when I told him that his Aunt Vicky had cancer, too.
"They have to cut her open and take the cancer out so they can make her
alive,'' he said matter-of-factly. Then, he lifted his shirt to reveal a
rainbow-shaped scar across his belly. "This is where the doctors cut me
to make me alive." During my stay, I spent nearly every waking and
sleeping moment by my sister's side. As scared as I was for her, I
couldn't imagine what was going on in her head. I just knew that I
wouldn't want to be left alone if it was me. Surprisingly, we managed to
laugh . . . a lot. The day before the surgery, Vicky, our oldest sister
Sandy, and I went to a salon for manicures and pedicures and then went
to Vicky's favorite Mexican restaurant for lunch where we laughed some
more. It was there that she confessed how hard it was for her to tell me
about her illness. "For everything you have been through with mom and
Dakota, I didn't think you could handle it.'' Surprisingly, I handled it
very well probably because of what I had been through. I knew she - we -
were going to get through this and I was determined to do everything in
my power to see it happen. For her three-day hospital stay, I made my
home in the uncomfortable (and all too familiar) hospital chair/pull-out
bed by her side. The rest of the family visited often and took care of
the kids. I fed her ice chips and Jell-O and helped her get dressed -
simple tasks that made me feel useful. And, when she got her wits about
her again, I felt it was also my duty to act out her drug-induced state.
"Don't make me laugh,'' she said more than a few times. It was the least
I could do. After mom died, both Vicky and Sandy both stepped in to take
care of me. When my first marriage ended in an instant after I found out
my then-husband was having an affair (nine months after I had a baby),
the two of them helped me pick up the pieces. It would take a lifetime
for me to repay them. Several of my West Coast friends knew I was in
California, but I made it clear this was not a social visit. My best
friend, Cathy, did meet me in the hospital one afternoon for a hug and
brief conversation. The years since the diagnosis have flown by. While
distance has kept my sister and I physically apart, the emotional
connection is stronger than ever. We talk almost daily about our kids,
our friends and, if she feels like it, the cancer. She sometimes reminds
me to make sure I am diligent about my own breast care. "I am,'' I
assure her. I had my first mammogram at 29 years of age and every year
since. Since Vicky's diagnosis, I have seen a breast care specialist who
has recommended genetic testing. I'm still undecided. Last month, my
sister had the final procedure to end this nightmare - nipple tattoos.
"Send me pictures," I joke. "I don't remember what 20-year-old boobs
look like.'' We laugh. Well, I laugh. She cackles like a chicken. The
sound echoes in my brain long after we hang up. "Lay an egg,'' I think
to myself, laughing and crying at the same time. My sister is okay.
Better than okay. She's healthy and more alive than ever before.
Somewhere out there, our mother is smiling.
-Laura O.
Truly Blessed
When I was just thirty years old, I was
diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer. I had three small children at
home. My youngest child was only three months old. The cancer was
self-detected when he was just two days old, but I was not aware of the
serious nature of my lump and did not act on it until he was almost
three months old. I am a twelve-year survivor and thank God that my
son's birth saved my life. The twelve years since the diagnosis have
been a battle filled with many scares, but I feel great and know I am
truly blessed.
-Debbie G.
1961
In the month of February 1961, I discovered
a lump in my left breast while taking a bath. I was 41 years old, and my
main concern was to help my husband raise our five children, ages 3
years to 12 years. As an R.N., unemployed at the time, early detection
and early treatment was most important. In 1961, surgeries and
treatments were very different than in 2004. This is where the progress
in medicine shows an obvious change for the better. Nonetheless, I have
never regretted the decisions we made. After surgery, my exercise for my
left arm was hanging laundry outdoors – no dryer. Every day there was
laundry for my exercise. The children adjusted to my presence at home
because they played outdoors during my “exercising”. Having a positive
attitude enabled me to survive each level of discovery, surgery and
healing. My husband, Frank, was always most supportive. Unquestionably,
God was with me the whole time.
P.S. My sister, Catherine, discovered a lump and ignored it because of
lack of insurance. She succumbed within the five-year period associated
with cancer.
-Annamary R.
Importance of Early Detection
As many women today with no history of
breast cancer in my family, I had neglected to get a mammogram for
several years when I received a letter from my HMO telling me that I
could get a mammogram with no referral from my primary care physician. I
received this letter close to my 53rd birthday and set it aside to
follow up at another time (maybe). About a month later, I received a
call saying they had no record that I had made the appointment and when
I tried to put them off, they suggested I choose the location I wanted
to have the test at and they would connect me right then. Reluctantly, I
agreed and scheduled the mammogram for a few weeks later. I went in for
the mammogram on December 4,2003 and then left for a weekend in Chicago
with some friends. The following week I received a call that a more
thorough test needed to be done, but it probably was nothing to worry
about, so I went in that week (at their prompting). After the test, I
was told I needed to come back the following week for a meeting with the
doctor and a needle biopsy. Within a matter of weeks, my life was turned
upside down. I was diagnosed with breast cancer a few days before
Christmas. I couldn't believe it! I had been exercising, dieting and
feeling great! It was just totally unreal. Because of the holiday, I
waited until January to have my surgery...a simple lumpectomy and
radiation (since we had caught it early). The day of my surgery came and
we had a huge snow. My surgery was a few hours late and when I woke up,
I heard the news...the cancer had gone to my lymph nodes so I had to
stay overnight and the result was not only radiation, but chemo was
going to be a part of my treatment. I was stunned! I am a single parent
of a wonderful son and now had to tell him what I was going to go
through. He had returned to school and wanted to come home to be with
me, but that was not what I wanted. I did not want my illness to put his
life or mine on hold. I continued to work through the chemo (I was lucky
and qualified for a clinical trial which meant only four chemo
treatments followed by seven weeks of radiation). I faced the hair loss
by scheduling an appointment to have my head shaved two weeks after my
first chemo treatment and bought hats to be ready. The nurses and
doctors were wonderful and although I was tired and felt sick, I only
missed a couple days of work over a six-month period. I golfed in my
league in May and today I am doing well. The doctors and nurses and all
the people I have dealt with were and continue to be supportive and
dedicated to making me more educated and healthier. My family has been
wonderful and my son finished his 4th year in school and will be student
teaching this fall. I am grateful to my insurance company for pushing me
to have a mammogram and I tell everyone I talk to about my story with
the hopes they too will have regular mammograms and tests that will
monitor their health and ensure if something is wrong it is caught
early!
-Theresa M.
Thinking Twice About Time
My First and MOST Definitely not
my last Race for the Cure... June 5, 2004 was the day I finally took my
first steps to being involved, raising awareness and making a
difference. I chose to get involved because my mom is a survivor -- and
has been for more than 10 years -- thanks to getting regular mamms. I
should have started my involvement back then, but life got in the way.
Well, life became too short when I had a scare after my yearly mammogram
which caused my doctor to ask for a second look and an ultrasound. I am
clear for now and on a six month watch... and in between I planned to
get involved. It was a wonderful event, surrounded by positive people in
a sea of pink -- I loved seeing the survivors and my heart went out to
those who were there supporting a loved one's memory. Next year I plan
to take an entire team and already have at least 15 people ready to Get
Involved, Raise Awareness and Make a Difference! God's Blessings to
those who commit time and effort to such a great cause. And a sincere
THANK YOU to all of my donators!
- Laura P.
A Different Life Lesson
I have experienced two bouts
with breast cancer - the first was nearly 6 years ago and until that
time I was very cavalier in my thinking about breast lumps. After all, I
had had several lumpectomies (all benign) starting at age 19 plus
numerous cyst aspirations and other nuisance issues -- but never the big
"C". And what my doc told me was that I had cancer but that I did not
have cancer - for what I had was DCIS. I thought he was "nuts" when he
told me this - I'd never heard of DCIS...but since then two friends have
gone through the same routine - lumpectomy followed by radiation and
then tamoxifen. With the second diagnosis, I must say I was no more
prepared, in fact at first I took it worse -- and this time it was not
DCIS so I went through just about every pre-test invented to discern if
I had anything else happening in other parts of my body - they even
thought I might have a recurrence in my right breast. Fortunately a
mini-lumpectomy showed nothing and so instead of being left with a
choice of a double mastectomy with immediate reconstruction or a single
mastectomy (also with re-construction at once), I was able to keep
myself whole!! That has been wonderful!! It's now been 16 months since
my second surgery and I feel really good - doing yoga everyday, keeping
active with my work and in my community and truly enjoying life. But
since I have never been able to find breast lumps, the mammogram and
great mammographers have been my detective team and I will continue to
rely on them each year.
- Susan Lee W.
Strengthening Voices of the Silenced
My friend Wendy L. had a double
mastectomy last Tuesday. She had this surgery by choice, as a preventive
measure to avoid a future malignancy. Her mother had breast cancer and
Wendy has had abnormal cell diagnoses for the past 2-3 years. Physicians
told her that these cells could be pre-cancerous, however, even with
needle biopsies, there was never a firm diagnosis to convince them to
cover the cost of a mastectomy and reconstructive surgery, in order to
prevent greater expenses associated with breast cancer treatment down
the road. All requests had been denied, until 3 months ago, after Wendy
wrote another letter which included documentation of her biopsy and
mammogram history. As it turns out, after Wendy's recent surgery, the
diagnosis came back as lobular carcinoma in situ. Although this
malignancy is confined to her breasts, had Wendy not been persistent
with physicians and the insurance company, the outcome would have been
very different. I feel like I need to be a voice for Wendy and others
like her, who are fighting for the same treatment and insurance
coverage, in order to rest easier, extend their lives and enjoy a
positive outcome. Wendy has a 9-year old daughter and we are celebrating
womanhood and motherhood. If there is anything I can do, to increase
awareness or impact legislation in support of coverage for preventive
medicine in these situations, please let me know. Wendy and I both work
at The Children's Hospital, in Denver, Colorado. We see miracles every
day, as well as situations where families are forced to make decisions
based upon insurance coverage, which impact their children's lives.
Blessings to you and the Komen "family". You're doing a great job! And,
Wendy and I will be sure to participate in the Komen Denver Race for the
CureŽ this year. Keep up the good work!
- Lana Y.
First Place Survivor
Last year, about this time, I
was registered to run this race with my girlfriend. We had just taken up
running and started running a couple of local races and were looking
forward to the Race for the CureŽ. We had heard about what a wonderful
event it was. It turned out that when race day came along, I was unable
to run with my friend. I had found out between the time I had
registered, and the actual race date, that I had breast cancer. In a
matter of days, surgery was scheduled. I was home recovering on the day
of the race and received a phone call afterward, telling me about how
awesome it was. My friend had received many pledges and ran in my honor,
along with a few other friends. I was very fortunate and recuperated
quickly through surgery and reconstruction. I started running again as
soon as my doctor said it was OK. I have been training more intensely
recently, in the hope of finishing with a respectable time. Before the
race, I said a prayer and all throughout the race, I had a continual
conversation with God, that He give me strength. I was so motivated by
the positive cheering of the volunteers and the music of the bands. I
kept my focus on some runners ahead of me but after a while I was
passing them by, encouraging them to come with me. I just kept kicking
up my stride. I had no idea that I was the first survivor in the lead.
It wasn't until I came around the corner toward the finish line, when a
volunteer from the sidelines yelled, "You're the first survivor!" I
think I said, "No way" and immediately started to laugh and cry at the
same time! I was afraid that the footsteps I heard behind me were those
of another survivor so I pushed myself as hard as I could to sprint all
the way to the finish. I was crying out loud! The volunteer at the end
hugged me and congratulated me as I tried to catch my breath. She made
me feel like I was a celebrity! I still cannot believe that I was the
first survivor! What an honor! Sure, my time would have placed me about
123rd among all of the women runners but, that's all right, I'M THE
WINNER! I regard this day as one of the highlights of my life! Thank you
to all of the organizers and volunteers. Thank you for making me feel so
honored, respected and just cherished! You have given of yourselves and
have blessed me with a prize that is too valuable to measure! To other
survivors and families of survivors, it is very easy to see all of the
loss involved with breast cancer. But after experiencing the Race for
the CureŽ, it is so apparent that wonderful things can result from that
loss. God Bless You!
- Janice C.
Race Until there is a Cure
This year I am celebrating the
life of Emo H., my supervisor. She was diagnosed with breast cancer
circa October 2003, got all of the cancer out and as soon as March
received the "all clear". This woman NEVER missed a beat. She didn't
miss a day of work (better than me, a young healthy grad student!), kept
moving and BEAT cancer. To this day, I don't think that she quite
understands how her determination and quiet courage inspires me. As long
as I can, I will be a part of the race for the cure, I stand with all
women who get their regular mammograms, those who beat cancer, those who
are going to beat cancer, those who race for the cure - until there is a
cure.
Thank you for taking the time to read my brief
story.
- Tiffani L.
Unspoken Angel
In 1986 my grandmother died at a
very young age of 57 with breast cancer. In the year 2002, my mom (Sue
C.) was diagnosed with breast cancer at age 52, exactly one month after
my wedding. She is truly a remarkable woman because after chemo, she
started radiation that Fall. A few weeks into it, I was diagnosed and
hospitalized with bacterial meningitis. Not a day went by where she
wasn’t by my side, as tired and sick as she was. She continues to talk
with women with breast cancer; while my Dad is going through chemo
himself, she continues to be by his side every step of the way. Here’s a
side note to inform you of the strong support system they have - my Dad
shaved his head before my Mom lost all of hers. He was such an unspoken
Angel during her treatments as he always has been and continues to be.
Thank you for taking the time to read my brief
story.
- Missy B.
Miracles
This year my celebration is a
very special one. I celebrate one year as a breast cancer survivor and
thirty years as a lymphoma cancer survivor. I was 14 years old when I
was diagnosed with Burkett's lymphoma. I found a lump in my pelvic area.
After a few weeks of tests they discovered I had lymphoma. There was a
malignant tumor about the size of an orange growing in me. Immediately,
surgery was done but the prognosis was not good because the surgeon was
not able to remove the entire tumor. The doctor told me it was too close
to my pelvic area and could not be completely removed. Although I did
not know at the time, my parents were told that the doctors gave me
approximately six months to live. I went through many months of
radiation and three and one half years of chemotherapy. My family and
friends prayed for a miracle and I believe with all my heart and soul
that God heard our prayers. The radiation and chemotherapy worked and I
was healed. A second miracle occurred in 1982 when I was able to have a
child. The doctors did not seem to think it was likely due to all the
radiation and chemotherapy I was given. In the past 30 years I have
lived a very healthy happy and active life. Not one day has gone by that
I have not thanked God for giving me my life. Last year, I was again
faced with cancer. This time it was breast cancer. A friend of mine had
been nagging me for awhile to get a mammogram. I kept putting it off
until one day I finally called and made an appointment. Something didn't
look right so a biopsy was done. I was sure there was nothing wrong. I
was in shock when I called and the nurse told me the results showed
carcinoma. I was very lucky my breast cancer was found early. I was
given the choice of having a lumpectomy and I would then need
chemotherapy and radiation again. Or I could have the entire breast
removed as long as the cancer had not spread to the lymphoids I would
not need to have chemotherapy. My husband and I discussed it and decided
to remove my breast with reconstruction. Our choice was a good one
because the biopsy showed the cancer had widely spread through all four
quadrants of the breast. Again, I was given a miracle. The cancer had
not spread to the lymphoids. I will be walking on June 5th but I will be
walking in honor of all of you. For the doctors and the nurses who
helped me and for my friends and family who supported me and for each of
you who work so hard to find and end for the disease. I believe God
works through each of you. I thanked my friend for being such a nag
because without her I would have never have gone in to have that
mammogram.
- Karen R.
Keep the Faith
On May 17, 2003, I was scheduled
for my annual mammogram. At the end of the test, I had an uneasy feeling
when the technician told me that I was free to leave. My husband was
getting ready to retire, we were building a condo, and we had a trip to
Vegas scheduled. A few days later, I received a phone call and was told
that I would need to return for an ultrasound. At the time of the
ultrasound, the physician suggested that I would need a biopsy, and to
schedule an appointment with a surgeon. Well, the appointment with the
surgeon sent our world into a tail spin. I was diagnosed with breast
cancer. What would happen to my husband's retirement, the condo, the
trip to Vegas, loss of hair, and wow - would I be able to handle getting
sick after chemo? The physician's nurse tried to explain to me that my
husband would retire, the condo would be built, I could go to Vegas, the
hair would come back, and thanks to modern medicine, my symptoms of
nausea and vomiting would be controlled. Well, it is one year today that
I had that mammogram that saved my life. The cancer was contained in the
tumor, my lymph nodes were clear. My husband retired, we had a great
time in Vegas, the condo was built, the nausea was controlled, and
today, I have thick curly hair Without the support of my family and
friends, oncologist and staff, I would not have made it. If you have
been newly diagnosed or if you are living with this horrible disease,
keep the faith.
- Terry B.
Getting Older is a Blessing!
I was diagnosed in November 1998
(on Friday the 13th) with stage 2 breast cancer in my right breast at
the age of 29 years. My daughter was 13 months at the time (she is now
almost 7 years old). I had to undergo a modified radical mastectomy
followed by 4 months chemotherapy. I received my treatment at the
Karmanos Cancer Institute. After 2 years of being cancer free, I found
out I was pregnant, and in April 2001, my son Christian, was born. My
little miracle child. Today, I'm feeling wonderful. My doctor found my
lump during my routine pelvic. Without her, I wouldn't be alive today.
She said within 8-9 months the cancer would've spread and I would be
dead. Thank God for wonderful doctors. I've been cancer free now for
over 5 yrs and I appreciate each birthday and getting older is a
blessing.
- Laurie F.
In Celebration of Diane
I am running this race in honor and
celebration of my friend Diane S. She is a breast cancer and leukemia
survivor. Her story is one of hope and courage, and too long to write. I
am proud to be her friend!
- Shawn C.
The Call of a Lifetime
In November of 2002, at age 43,
I received a phone call which changed my life. I had breast cancer. I
had a medical background in the insurance field, so I took the news
probably better than most, because I understood what my doctor was
telling me. I took a matter-of-fact approach, and just wrote down all of
the details and instructions for the next step. I have never smoked, and
I do not have a family history of breast cancer. In December of 2002, I
had a bilateral mastectomy with the placement of tissue expanders for
future reconstruction. I was found to have had Stage II intraductal
carcinoma with 5 out of 18 lymph nodes positive for cancer. I have
always kept my faith strong, remained positive and optimistic. I have
always tried to focus on one day at a time, one test at a time, one
surgery at a time, and one treatment at a time. I finished my eighth
course of chemotherapy in August 2003, and my 30th radiation treatment
on October 1, 2003. I am proud to say that I am now considered a
"survivor" of almost seven months, and I couldn't be happier, or feel
healthier. I've had a lot of great family, friends, and medical
professionals around me during my time of need, and I love and
appreciate them all. Last year, 2003, I was still under treatment and
very bald at the Komen Detroit Race for the CureŽ, but this year, I will
be in "pink," and will have a full head of hair. It's great to be alive!
- Donna M.
A Gift of New Life
I was told I had breast cancer in
January 2003 just before my 32nd birthday. I had to have a mastectomy
and reconstructive surgery. After six months of chemo, I went back in to
have silicone implants put in and it's wonderful! Nobody can tell which
breast I had removed. This has been an experience for me and has taught
me to appreciate life more. I have been cancer-free now for 9 months and
life is GREAT! I think cancer has made me a wiser and better person.
Always be positive and have faith in God. There is so much more I could
say but i am going to end here.
- Andrea S.
A Picture of Strength
Last year while working as a
volunteer and still going through radiation for my breast cancer, I
could not believe that I was not alone in this battle. Cancer is
certainly a scary disease to be diagnosed with but I could not believe
the amount of survivors attending the race. I was truly in awe of their
courage and bravery. The amount of participants in memory of loved ones
lost to this deadly disease was amazing. The pictures in memory of loved
ones was very overwhelming and it helped me to push even harder to
become a true survivor. This is the reason I will participate yearly as
a volunteer to show my support in finding a cure for this horrific
disease that needs to be cured as soon as possible. Too many loved ones
are being taken away from us way too soon.
- Kathy R.
The Courage of a Mother and Daughter
2003 was quite a year for me. Not only was I treated and survived
treatment of breast cancer, but so did my mother. Back in May 2003,
days before my birthday, I was told that I had breast cancer. The mass
was 7cm. At first, I was kind of shocked, but then realized that I had
good doctors, a great family and a lot of friends around to get me
through this. The day I called my parents about my cancer, they informed
me that my mom was going in for a biopsy the next day. I could not believe
it. There was no history of breast cancer in my family, now my mom and
I had cancer. We were both told that our cancer was not hormonal, which
just meant that mom didn't pass it on to me. I immediately started
calling family and friends to put the word out and ask for pray for not
only me but also my mom. I thank God for two reasons, first for the fact
that my mom's cancer was caught early enough that she just had a lumpectomy
and radiation and secondly that he kept me strong through the whole process
and still continues to do so. See I live here in Michigan and my folks live
in California. Through this whole process I needed to continue to work 40
hours a week just so I could pay my bills. Through it all I pretty much have.
So far the only time I have been out of work is when I had the surgery
(complete mastectomy of the infected side). I could go on and tell you about
all the great and wonder people that have been there for me, but I know I
am running out of space. If anything I want women to get from this is that
although breast cancer can be pretty devastating to be told that you have,
do your best to keep a stiff upper lip and pray a whole lot, because you
can beat it. Every day, week, month, year new ways are being developed to
treat it. This will be my first year walking, partly because I always
thought that this couldn't happen to me and I have better things to do
on a Saturday morning. But never again. See you there.
- Lori O.
Generations of Strength
I will always remember the day I was told my best friend, MY MOM, had
breast cancer. I was 5 months into my second pregnancy. I was quite
sick, in the hospital more than out. My mom was afraid to tell me she
was diagnosed, she thought I would lose my child. Well, this year she is
a 6 1/2 year survivor and my son is 6. I took my Mom to our first race
when she still had the drainage tube in her breast, after her
mastectomy. I was like a bulldog protecting her, so nothing happened! We
were slow and unsteady, but made we both made it through. Since that
first race, we have done every one since then. I am grateful for her,
for the time we have together and for her still surviving and being here
for my two kids!! Thanks to the generous donations and people who do the
research, maybe more people will have things under "in celebration of"
than under "in memory of". Keep up the terrific work!
- Peggy V.
Celebrating with a Purpose
I have been doing the race for 6 years and I am so looking forward to
it this year. As a survivor, the race is especially important to me. I
was asked ,"Why do you do the race?" I just smiled and said "Because I
can!" I also volunteer and I find it fulfilling and worthwhile. It a
great feeling to be able to give something back. I hope to be involved
for many years. Thank you to the Karmanos Cancer Institute & their
wonderful staff for their dedication and continuous work. I know I
certainly appreciate all that they do!
- Darlene
Z.
Sisterhood of Survivors
My friend, Sally M. and I
had been survivors for almost 10 years and volunteered for every Race
for the Cure® since 1992. We met in the hospital after surgery and were
very close until the end. Yes, Sally died in December 2001 from that
awful disease but I kept on helping in the Race and we belonged to a
wonderful group in the Grosse Pointe area called W.A.T.C.H., which helped
me to continue the stride to find a cure for people like my friend Sally.
They may be gone but not forgotten and we WILL find a cure for this
type of cancer so we can save mothers, sisters and wives and look forward
to a bright future. Our sisterhood of survivor sisters is like no other
- we will always fight until the finish! God Bless us all.
- Mary Ann B.
In Celebration of Mommy
I am 37 years old and a one-year
survivor. This was my first Race for the Cure®. And what an experience
it was. It was such a celebration for me, three months after my last
treatment the race took place and the feeling was hey world I am done,
I am doing great and wow - look at all those others who have done it
and made it and have stories to share and can get the word out about
breast cancer! What an emotional experience, I was completely drained
at the end of the events from all of the outpour of emotions, well worth
it.
To see my 2-year old daughter
with an In Celebration of her Mommy sign on her back, just killed me
but in reality, that is what we were at the race for. To spread the
word, to help fund finding a cure - so that this precious 2 year old
won't have to worry 20 some years from now in hopes that this disease
may be eradicated.
Thank you Karmanos and thank you
Susan G. Komen Foundation, for such an inspiring event. I am now heading
to Phoenix to Race for the Cure® with my family. They supported me and
helped me through my treatments as best they could being far away, so
now I am going there to celebrate with them.
- Stephanie
My Story Began Before I was Born
My story began before I was born.
My fraternal grandmother was diagnosed with terminal breast cancer.
She had a mastectomy of both her breasts. At that time (1960s) there
were no treatments like there are today, to prolong life. She died the
year before I was born (1971). In memory of my grandmother, Janie Simmons
Thompson, my parents named me after her.
As I got older and began to do
self-exams and start my annual gynecological visits (age 18), I noticed
that I had lumpy breasts. A little nervous at one of my visits, I requested
a mammogram. My doctor was very adamant about not letting me get one,
stating that women in their 20s do not get breast cancer. I told him
of my family history and this was something that I wanted to do. He
ended up ordering the mammogram for me. At that time it was determined
that I have fibrocystic breast. There was no sign of cancer (luckily).
From that time on I have been having mammograms and ultrasounds in order
make sure that those lumps are not cancerous.
If there is one thing that I would
emphasize to women in my age group, that one thing would be: no matter
what your doctor says, if there is some test that will make you feel
comfortable, then have the test done. If you have to go to another doctor,
then do so.
I cannot take all of the credit
for raising the money that was given by the "Hadeneers", my co-captains,
co-workers, and company (matching program) came all together.
- Janie B.
The Story of the Flamingo Hats
I was devastated to learn my mother
had breast cancer, and so fearful of what that meant for her future.
Her surgery was successful, and the results showed no positive lymph
nodes! We celebrated her ever improving recovery during November 2001.
Learning that my aunt on my paternal side was diagnosed with breast
cancer during this same time frame, I decided I should have a six month
mammography appointment. I performed a breast exam the day I made the
appointment and found a lump! Thanksgiving 2001 was fraught with anxiety,
and my first appointment with an oncologist was the day after Christmas.
I learned that I had an aggressive
form of breast cancer that would be fought by four months of chemo,
surgery, then four more months of chemo and radiation.
After a year and a half of treatment,
I am cancer-free and share that joy with my survivor mother and my survivor
aunt.
The 2002 Race for the Cure® started
the tradition of wearing silly foam flamingo hats during the walk. Being
in the middle of chemotherapy treatment, I did not have hair at that
time. The focus on the flamingo hats and not on my bald head, let me
enjoy being one of the crowd. Not only did we enjoy the notoriety, but
we found it easy to locate our fellow walkers in a crowd of thousands.
Team Flamingo was officially registered
for the 2003 Race the Cure® and continues to grow each year, as do the
donations my mother and I collect for Friends for the Cure®. We collected
over $2,500 this past year, and will continue to do our best in supporting
the Race and the Friends!
- Cindy S.
I Will Always Remember My First Walk In The Race!
As a 5-year breast cancer survivor,
the Komen Detroit Race for the Cure® has provided me with another opportunity
to do something to help get the word out about breast cancer. I was
41 years old with no family history, had my baseline mammogram at 38
years old and was really naīve about the importance of self-exams and
breast cancer screening when I was diagnosed. Surgery and pathology
reports revealed I had stage 3 breast cancer. Months of chemo and weeks
of radiation, not to mention months and years of tests have left me
with a desire to help and educate others like me to hopefully prevent
someone from having to go through all that. I love coming to race day
and seeing so many people who are there to offer support and have the
same desire to find a cure for the disease, and the new friends I get
to meet each year. It's an overwhelming experience.
The first year I walked, 5 years
ago, I went to the survivor table to get my bright pink T-shirt. I became
so emotional looking around at the huge crowd that I didn't even notice
(nor did my husband) that I put on my shirt backwards! The whole race
I walked around like that just looking at everyone and trying to take
it all in. It wasn't until I got home I realized my T-shirt was on backwards
the whole time! I was so embarrassed but I will always remember my first
walk in the race!
My husband is a huge breast cancer
friend. He always has the pink ribbon pins and gives them away to people
he meets trying to raise awareness. He is the fire chief in our town
and wears his pink ribbon pin on his uniform. He also encourages the
firefighters in his department to do the same. Being in the public eye
constantly gives him the opportunity to meet people and raise awareness.
My daughter-in-law has run in the race the past two years and took 2nd
place two years ago and 4th last year. My two sons and their wives have
walked/run with us the past few years as well. It's a wonderful family
time!
Each year we try to get more of
our friends to walk with us. This year we are walking with a mother
and daughter who are walking for the first time. We are also writing
letters to all our friends and family to raise money for Friends for
the Cure®. Our goal is to top last year's donations. I have also volunteered
to help with the Race for the Cure® and Friends for the Cure®. The race
provides so many with the opportunity to meet new people, make new friends
and to see that they are not alone in the battle. It is such a joy to
see so many bright pink shirts each year and hear some of their stories.
It's a very emotional day of celebration for me!
- Robin D.
All the Difference
Last year was my first year as
a race participant. The race was 2 days after I finished my treatment
and it became my focus to make it through treatment. I thought if I
could finish the race I would be cured. It was an adrenaline high to
finish the race. I found out about the event through my group therapy.
I am also involved with the Friends for the Cure® donation program and
help raise funds to do everything I can. Thirty years ago my mother
went through radical mastectomy but did not survive. I believe the money
raised in the past has made the difference in my survival. Hopefully
if we keep doing this, it will make a difference. The more we do, the
better chance my daughter and my grandchildren will have. Last year
at the Race I had no hair, but this year I do, and it will be dyed
PINK!
- Patricia H.
She Inspires Me
My Aunt and my mom survived breast
cancer. My aunt works so hard on the Race every year, and me and my
Mom try to help out as much as possible. She inspires me. It doesn't
matter how tired, hungry or exhausted she may be; she keeps working
so things can get done. All for the Race. I know that they are trying
to find out a cure for it and partly that is what kept my aunt and my
mother alive. I don't know what I would do without either of them in
my life. Also, I have a friend (now in 5th grade) whose Mom died when
she was only 8 years old. Her mom was a very good friend of mine, my
mother's, and my aunt's. I always try to be nice to her because I can't
even imagine how hard it must be. It even hurts me to think about the
pain that she (and her family) must go through, all the time. I am hoping
for a cure for breast cancer so no more lives of normal people are lost.
- Delaney E
Three Months After Marrying the Love of My Life
I was diagnosed with breast cancer
at the age of 35, just three months after marrying the love of my life,
Les. It was devastating, but from it, I learned about the love that
truly surrounds me, and about my personal inner strength. Breast cancer
has told me to appreciate the day - and not put off till tomorrow what
can be experienced now. It taught me to say "No!" and not burn myself
out trying to do too much. And it taught me to accept love and support
from my family, friends and church. I was overwhelmed by the outpouring
of love that occurred when my diagnosis was made. The Komen Detroit
Race for the Cure® is a marvelous event that is an emotional high point
for my yearly recognition of survivorship.
This year I celebrate my 10th
year being cancer free, and look forward to celebrating with my sister
survivors in the pink hats. Many thanks to the wonderful crew that make
the Race possible. Together we can make a difference!
- Janet N.
Why Now
I am 34 years old. Was married in September 2000. Had my first child in September 2002. Was diagnosed with breast cancer May 2003. I was devastated. I thought I finally got my life on track and it was going well. I had my fun traveling had my career and was finally ready for the wife and mother responsibilities. WHY now? You see, breast cancer runs high in my family on my mother’s side. Who, unfortunately, passed away in 1987 of pulmonary fibrosis at the age of 46. I have had 3 aunts, one of who passed away last year in July of breast cancer, and a cousin who has had breast cancer. But I am only in my mid thirties and it has not hit my immediate family so no need to worry, I was told by my OB/GYN. So I didn’t…..until March of 2003. I was playing with my baby on the floor one day and my bra wire was rubbing up against my left breast side. I started feeling around because it was agitating me. As I reached deep into my armpit I felt a lump. I started perspiring with fear. I then reached into my right armpit and felt nothing. I told myself don’t panic it could be nothing after all I am nursing my baby so it may have something to do with that.
My husband came home that night and I asked him to feel into my armpit. He looked at me as if I was crazy. “No really there is a lump there, I want you to feel.” He reached into my armpit and said he felt nothing. I responded, “there is a lump there how can you not feel that”. I told him of someone I knew years ago in her late 20s, who felt a lump in her armpit, went to the doctors who sent her away. Finally after a year passed and the lump was still there they then decided to test it and it was breast cancer that had spread through her body. He said, “yes your lymph nodes are under your arm, but it could be nothing but make an appointment to go see your doctor to be sure. So I did. I had my one year pap smear coming up so the next day I called and went in a week or so later.
I did not say anything right away as my doctor was doing a breast exam. When he was finished he had me sit up and I then looked at him and said “you didn’t feel that lump under my arm?” He replied, “What lump”. I told him I could feel it when I was sitting up and to put your fingers deep into the pit of my arm. He did and he felt it. He said he wasn’t sure what it was but told me to go see a general surgeon he referred people to. As soon as I got home I called the surgeon and got in to see him within a few weeks.
The surgeon came into the room and before he even examined me I told him my family history of breast cancer and my concerns. I was told that in his 17 years he has been a general surgeon he has never diagnosed anyone with breast cancer from a lump under the arm. This made me feel a little reassured that this was nothing. He then checked the lump and said, “it is nothing to do with nursing and is a lymph node”. He did a breast exam and felt nothing unusual. Ok then what is the next step? I asked. I stressed to him that I was not leaving this be and that I wanted it taken out and that was all there was to it. He agreed that if it was still there in a month it would come out but first he wanted a mammogram done.
I weaned my baby from nursing and had a mammogram done within 4 weeks. The mammogram report stated that there were NO suspicious infiltrating type of tumor mass in the breasts on either side. However, in the axillary segment on the left side there is a large 3cm or larger, lymph node. My general surgeon called me to tell me the results of the mammogram and to schedule a date for surgery. I thought, “great no tumor then this is probably nothing and I was looking forward to getting the surgery over and get my worries gone and on with my life.
My surgery was on the Thursday before Mother’s Day weekend which would be my first Mothers Day. After my surgery the surgeon came out to talk to my husband. He stated that everything went well and that it did not look suspicious for cancer. He was 99% sure it was nothing. I was feeling glad it was over and reassured it was nothing. After all he it did not look suspicious to him.
Friday came along and I was not feeling to bad at all. Not really to sore and was able to get up and down. As the afternoon went by I knew I had to make a follow up appointment with my surgeon so I called and was put on hold for if few minutes. Call waiting clicked in so I answered it. “Alisha this is your surgeon. I’m afraid I have some bad news. The pathologist called and said it was positive for cancer”. It still was not registering what he was saying. Then he said, “Alisha did you hear me”. My husband was standing right there as I turned white and started to cry. No, No I kept repeating. My husband grabbed the phone from me and took over the conversation with the surgeon. I ran into our bedroom and was crying “oh God no, please no.” I have never felt this devastated since the day my mother died. All I though was this is it, I am going to die. “Why now God why now”. I kept thinking. I just had a beautiful baby boy and was doing all I could to love him and be the best mother to him that I could. Now I’m going to die?? That weekend went by very slowly and I broke the news to my family on Sunday. I held off as long as I could because I still did not know what kind of cancer I had. Monday we would meet with the surgeon to find this out.
As we are sitting in his office waiting for the news, I felt with all my heart I already knew this was breast cancer. Yes, the exams came out find the mammogram showed nothing but still I knew it just must be breast cancer. Sure enough the pathologist report came back and it was positive for hormonal receptors and breast tissue.
We got home and my husband was
on the phone with U of M. Within a week we were at our first appointment
with them. I had a doctor come in to exam me and sure enough she felt
the tumor. I was sent down for another mammogram and ultra sound and
the reports came back that this was probably the tumor. A biopsy was
done at a later date to make sure this was in fact the tumor and it
was. It wasn’t very big just over 1 cm but it did move to my lymph
node unfortunately. After 2 weeks of testing they determined it was
not in any other organ or in my bones. I was diagnosed stage 2 breast
cancer. I started my chemo in June and was done in September. My surgery
for my double mastectomy with reconstruction is in October. It has been
a long 5 months and I still have a long haul to go but it is worth it
to save my life and be t |
