I thought chemo would get easier as I moved through my treatment. However, I was wrong. It seemed like each round made me feel worse. I was determined to stay encouraged and stay positive in spite of how I felt.
I walked into every Dr’s appointment dressed up. The receptionist joked that I was “the movie star.” People looked at me like I was crazy when I walked in the Dr’s office dressed up, heels and all just to sit and receive treatment for 4-5 hours.
When someone would ask, ” why are you so dressed up for chemo?”
My response: ” You don’t show up to a fight looking like a loser.”
I joked with the nurses about my “VIP Chemo suite” and my entourage. My faith was much greater than my fears and I saw no reason to walk in with my head down.
I will admit that I didn’t feel my best, but I always went into treatment with a great group surrounding me. My family and friends have been such an amazing support through out everything. I never sat through a round of chemo alone.
People would always look at me strange when I would check in for my appointments. Aside from being “over dressed” many thought I was “under-aged.” Every now and then someone would come up and ask how old I was.
I don’t remember seeing anyone my age receiving treatment, but I believe with all my heart that I inspired other patients in the way that I carried myself.
Of course there were many days that I was tired, frustrated and not feeling my best, but I kept a smile on my face. One thing that I’ve come to realize is someone is always watching and you can have such a huge impact on people just by being positive.
“I have breast cancer it doesn’t have me” I often remind myself.
It seemed like it took me a little longer to recover from rounds 4 and 5, but I was beyond excited that round 6 would be my LAST!
I've always believed that we tend to be the most effective in areas where we have been the most affected. It's often our deepest pains that draw us closer to our purpose. Those words never really hit home until I was diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer at the age of 28. I had watched both my mother and grandmother battle the disease, but never thought I would find myself in the same battle, especially not so young. I've learned through this journey that it's not what you go through, but how you go through it. I wanted to share my story in hopes that it will inspire someone to keep fighting, keep the faith and live on purpose.