Psalm 126:5 says, “They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.” This has always been one of my favorite scriptures and a word that I constantly stand on when times get tough. So you can only imagine how many times I’ve quoted this scripture to myself over the past year. It has been a while since I’ve updated my blog as I’ve jumped back on the rollercoaster called life. Adjusting to life after cancer has been a journey in itself. Recovery is a process and it has definitely taken a lot longer than I’ve anticipated. There have been more doctors’ appointments, more tamoxifen talks and even minor surgeries.
However, in the midst of all the ups and downs, something absolutely amazing has happened. On May 4, 2016 during my post birthday dinner, my boyfriend popped THE question! Around this time last year I was preparing for my mastectomy, but this year the man of my prayers asked me to be his wife!
I cried like a baby, but not the same tears I’ve found myself crying over the past year. I cried tears of joy! My boyfriend has been such a blessing throughout my entire cancer journey and continues to support me as I get back 100%.
There were many times during my cancer treatment that I wondered exactly what was going through his mind. I wondered if he ever thought to himself that this wasn’t at all what he signed up for. I always tell him when he first came into my life I felt like it was bad timing, but God knew exactly what I needed and when I needed it. I can’t imagine going through everything without him by my side.
To have gone through so much in such a short amount of time was overwhelming. I sowed in many many tears and his proposal certainly ushered in a season of extreme joy. Going through breast cancer took a toll on me mentally, physically and emotionally and I was blessed to have his support.
He was by my side through one of the toughest times in my life and I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with him! I have so many things to share with my blog readers stay tuned for more updates!
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.