If you have cancer
Don’t walk alone
As a cancer survivor I felt it was vital to share my story and that’s why I wrote From Breast Cancer to Blessed Answer – One Woman’s Journey From Diagnosis to Tattoos.
Not that my journey was so much more difficult than anyone else’s but when you are facing this cruel disease we all need a hand to hold.
If what I went through can help just one person I will be very happy.
From Breast Cancer to Blessed Answer – One Woman’s Journey From Diagnosis to Tattoos
AVAILABLE NOW!
Enjoy an excerpt from my new book, which is available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Westbow Press Bookstore.
My story lets you take a look at the process from two different perspectives:
• From someone who’s been there, and
• From the caregiver who doesn’t have to be there, but stays and walks side-by-side with you, come what may.
Whether you have received the awful diagnosis yourself, or someone you love has heard the bad news, this book is for you. One can’t help but see God’s perfect love woven in between the words of my story. His gift of hope and joy blossomed, making my disappointment His appointment to draw me closer to Him.
It doesn’t make sense that what should have been the most dreaded time in my life, became my most cherished season.
I hope that in reading From Breast Cancer to Blessed Answer you can see what I learned about our loving Heavenly Father. He is not distant or sitting up on His throne with a quiver full of lightning bolts ready to zap us. He is compassionate and wants to have a close and personal relationship with each of us.
But I don’t want to grow hair on my tongue!
Both the surgeon and the oncologist explained to me that I would need to have a port surgically put in. This is a small piece of equipment that is implanted, usually on the right side of your chest, below the collar bone. It contains a tube that fits into a vein, as well as a port outside the vein, just under the skin, through which the oncologist injects the chemo. I was told that a port was preferable to infusing the chemo straight into a vein, as, on occasion, veins collapse. It also allows the drugs to be injected directly into your heart. If you think this sounds extremely creepy, you’re not alone. It’s difficult to hear that this is what they want to do to you. I think, though, at this point, you kind of nod your head to whatever they tell you and try not to reflect on it too much.
She gave me several pamphlets to read, but those were just as frightening. I didn’t want to add fuel to the already raging fire. I thought the information would just give me more anxiety because they tell you anything and everything that can go wrong. It’s like those ads on television for various medications—while they’re showing you a happy, beautiful woman and her adorable puppy running through a field of flowers, an announcer is quietly saying, “Some patients have reported losing limbs, unusual hair growth on their tongue, and barking like a rabid dog while taking this medicine. Side effects may include blindness, radical weight gain, and, on occasion, death.”
I handed all the pamphlets to Tim and instructed him to read them. I just couldn’t take it anymore. It was all too much to handle.
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