The support of the loved ones had sparked that will to survive here, translated…
Everybody has a different story with cancer, but, we’d all dealt with the similar sentiments of panic, the feelings of getting taken, and the thought, of saying goodbye to our loved ones.
At the end of 2012, when I’d gone through my complete health examinations, the nurses told me, that there was a calcified spot on my breast, I’d not gone in for my mammogram until March of 2013, at a local clinic, and the doctor told me that “it was nothing”. Until October of 2013, because of the bloating, it’d caused me to lose sleep, I’d gone to the original doctor, after the ultrasound, he thought it was an inflammation, but, after I took a month worth of anti-inflammatory meds, it still didn’t improve.
And because the sizes of my breasts became uneven, I’d asked the doctor why that is? That, was when the doctor told me, that if I don’t feel at ease, then, I should get another ultrasound. And, my lymph nodes swelled up, that was when he’d wanted to take a sample of my tissues; two days later, because it was time, for my annual health check up, I’d chosen to pay for the extra mammogram, and that, was when I was told, that I had breast cancer.
Without any preparations mentally beforehand, I can only force myself to hold it together, to face the challenges that will be coming my way. Every time chemo was done, I’d have to deal with ten to fourteen days’ worth of discomfort, hair loss, lowered blood cell counts, being weakened, pains in my bones………, gladly, my family gave me the support I’d needed, and it’d helped me survived.
And now, I’m back at work, after work, I’d gone to my parents’ house, to have their healthy meal, everything had, returned, BACK to normal. Thank the Lord, for giving me this HIT, to wake me up, I have to take responsibility for my own health, to NOT force things. For each and every extra day I’m getting, I will give more, and keep the relationships of me and the world around well off, and, in my abilities, to help others out.
The rehabilitation of breast cancer survivors is long and hard, and needed a TON of patience, I’m thankful for the reminders of my good friends, to exercise regularly, to keep a healthy diet, and keep a positive mood, to face my beautiful future.
And so, because this woman had the support of her family, and she kept fighting, that, was how she’d survived, and, she’d learned her lesson, from her teacher, CANCER, to NOT overwork herself, to SLOW down, to not hurry through life.
Life, the Obstacle Course 