I found a lump by doing a self exam at home in the shower. My youngest daughter was born in January 2015 and I breast fed her until she was 6 months old. October 2015, I found the lump. It took me ONE YEAR AND A MONTH before I was diagnosed. I went to 3 different doctors and they all said “it was normal” I even had ultrasounds done and a mammogram. Nothing showed anything out of the ordinary. They just kept saying it was normal. One doctor said it was “scar tissue”. Finally in November of 2016 I was referred to a breast surgeon and she gave me 2 options in the office that day 1) I could get an ultrasound every 6 months for the next 2 years to keep an eye on it or 2) do a biopsy that day and she would get it sent off and tested. I opted for the biopsy because I was tired of not knowing what it was. I got a call the day after Thanksgiving and the doctor asked if it was okay to tell me the results over the phone. I said yeah, still not even thinking the worst. But unfortunately, I heard the words “You have breast cancer” I was diagnosed with stage 2, HER2 Positive, estrogen & progesterone negative.
Hi! My name is Casey. I had Stage 2B Breast Cancer Hormone receptor (HR) Negative. I noticed my nipple was inverted last year (2018), and thought it was nothing. I didn’t have insurance, and put it off. Then I noticed it just kept sinking in, and also felt a small ball behind my nipple that I could almost grab. I went to the Planned Parenthood and the Dr. did a “feel test” and felt what I felt. She told me to go straight to get a mammogram. I couldn’t get in until a week later. A week after that I had to get a biopsy. And the week after that, I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer.
When we were told that I needed a biopsy, they kind prepared us for the worst- Cancer. I knew in my heart that I had Cancer. My family is in Oklahoma, and I live in Texas, so I called them and told them about the biopsy …and we all waited together until the day I found out it was in fact Cancer.
From the biopsy, to scans of my heart, full body, brain, and bones…they found out it was an aggressive form, and wanted to start Chemo right away. I did 4 rounds of the red devil(AC), and continued every 2 weeks- totaling 28 rounds. Followed by a double mastectomy, with expanders and then radiation. I still have reconstructive surgery left.
Something that surprised me about treatment is that, not everyone’s body reacts the same way to treatment. And what might have worked for someone else, might not work for you.
If I could give one advice to someone going through cancer/cancer treatments, it is to listen to your body and don’t be afraid to tell the doctor’s when something doesn’t feel “right.”
If you are going through chemo , sleep when you can. Rest. rest. rest. And stay away from germs, wash your hands and don’t put your hands to your face. And drink a beer or 2 when you feel good enough to do so!
If you have to have radiation, keep the area moisturized at ALL TIMES and cover with a pad. If you don’t have a pad that the doctor provides, than use a women’s menstrual pads. The bigger -the cheaper– the better.
To deal with the emotional side, Cry. Cry whenever you want to. Let it allllll out when you feel the need. There are no rules to getting through Cancer. I would cry, pray, drink a beer, and sing. I am singer and would just sing whatever I could find on YouTube……cry and sing.
Celebrate the small victories. Even when you don’t think treatment is making a difference, and you are exhausted from it all. God has you in every step. And the small steps—they still move you forward.
My Mantra was “Power On, Power Through.”
Hi there, my name is Jess McDonald and I’m from New York. Normally when I tell someone I am from New York, they think NYC, but we actually live about 5 hours from Manhattan in a very rural area of the state referred to as the Finger Lakes, well known for our wine industry. My story starts on New Year’s Day 2018. I was home alone with my two children (then 3 and 8 months old) when I ran upstairs to put a bra on. I got to the first landing of our stairs and to this day, I have no real reason why, but I happened to touch the left side of my breast where I found a small hard lump and thought to myself “hmm, that wasn’t there before.” Since I had just had my son that April, I had recently had a breast exam in September where I had no abnormal findings and was sent on my way. After finding the lump I instantly panicked and sent a text to my husband, who had run out quickly. When he came home, I made him feel the lump just to make sure I wasn’t imagining it. He too felt the same lump I had felt, we both agreed the next day I would call my midwife. I like many women who have shared their story here was not expecting much to come from it. I was only 33 at the time, and had no family history of breast cancer.
The following day, I returned to work, went about my day, putting off the call. My husband texted me to ask if I had made an appointment. I decided I probably should get it out of the way so I called my midwife’s office. My midwife was unavailable, but another provider was able to get me in that afternoon. At the appointment, the provider suggested a quick breast exam to confirm there was a lump, when her exam led her to the area, her face instantly drained white, and our casual conversation turned, it was at that moment I knew in my heart something wasn’t right. She suggested I be seen for a mammogram and ultrasound as soon as possible and I was able to schedule an appointment the following day.
My ultrasound was determined to be suspicious and I was scheduled for a follow up biopsy. The day of my biopsy came and I met with Dr. O’Connell. She entered the room with so much energy, a thick English accent, and a striking resemblance to one of my husband’s aunts. I thought to myself, “maybe this will be all right!” Dr. O’Connell completed the biopsy and told me I would receive results in a few days. Those few days were hard, I returned to work, but I am pretty sure I just stared at my computer until my phone rang on January 11, 2018. Dr. O’Connell was short and to the point, she told me I had infiltrating ductal carcinoma, it was ER/PR+ Her2-. For whatever reason, I stayed calm throughout the call. She told me that it was highly treatable and gave me some sound advice that I carried throughout my treatment. She said, “whatever they ask you to do, you do it!” Dr. O’Connell asked me where I would like to receive treatment and I remember saying to her, “I have no idea, I don’t know anyone who has had breast cancer!” Dr. O’Connell referred me to the Pluta Cancer Center. At that point, I collected my things and left work. I drove straight home and spent what feels like an eternity on the phone making and receiving calls. In the 20 minutes it took me to get home from work, Pluta had already called me and started coordinating my appointments. By the end of the day, I had scheduled with my breast surgeon, Dr. Farkas, I had made arrangements to have a follow up MRI to ensure that cancer had not spread outside of the area we knew about and I had let my parents, siblings and in-laws know. I unfortunately was diagnosed on my sister’s birthday and had to share the news with her that day. Those few days following diagnosis were a whirlwind, I cried for a good 3 days straight. Waiting for the staging and progression of your disease is unbearable, so much fear and doubt can take over your mind. After a few days of feeling sorry for myself, I picked myself up and told myself whether I had 3 days to live or 30 years, I wasn’t going to spend another second mourning and was going to live my life as if I had never heard the words “You have cancer.”
Sometime in late January I met with Dr. Farkas at Pluta. Dr. Farkas was everything I needed and more to start my cancer journey, she was just a few years older than me, in fact if we grew up in the same town, we probably would have been in high school together. She was a ball of energy and sarcasm. She met me with a few curse words, a lot of humor and a very hilarious drawing of what my cancer looked like. The location and aggressiveness of my cancer prevented her from advising me to have a lumpectomy, the outcome of a lumpectomy would leave me looking like I was bit by a shark. I was okay with this as I had made my mind up as soon as I was diagnosed that I wanted a bilateral mastectomy. My first set of breasts were trying to kill me, why would I fight to keep them. Once that was out of the way, Dr. Farkas reviewed my options for implants or for a procedure called diep flap, this was a procedure where they would remove my own tissue to recreate my breasts. Because I had two children, stretch marks and a couple extra pounds from my pregnancy, I agreed that diep flap would be my best option. Dr. Farkas gave me the information for Dr. Vega and encouraged me to see him and get on his schedule for surgery. Dr. Farkas thought chemotherapy would likely be avoided and at most, I would require radiation after surgery. Because of my age and non-existent family history of breast cancer, she urged me to speak with a genetic counselor and opt for testing to rule out any predispositions. I left that appointment feeling hopeful.
I got home and scheduled an appointment with Dr. Vega and with the Genetics Department at UR Medicine. I met with Genetics and agreed to testing. My results were to be in anywhere from 1-4 weeks later. I met with Dr. Vega and he believed me to be a great candidate for diep flap as well as a nipple sparing procedure! By this time, we were fast approaching my son’s first birthday. Because I had chose the diep flap procedure, my recovery would be a bit longer due to the incision in my belly where they would take the tissue from. Not only would I be recovering from a bilateral mastectomy, but also a tummy tuck! Dr. Vega is one of the only providers in Rochester who was offering this procedure, so as you can imagine, his schedule was jam packed. When finalizing that I would be moving forward with this procedure, Dr. Vega requested I get on the schedule while I was sitting in his office, his nurse ran off to get the next available date and came back with March 29th, 11 days before my baby boy’s 1st birthday, I burst in to tears! Dr. Vega instantly recognized something was wrong and I explained that I had really hoped to be able to hold my son’s birthday cake. Dr. Vega’s team agreed this was absolutely necessary, so his team did everything in their power to get me a better date. This was no easy task as my surgery was expected to be no shorter than 6 hours, but they did it. They scheduled me for March 6th. I remember Dr. Vega saying, “You may want to order a small cake.” And guess what, you better believe I held that birthday cake!
As March 6th approached, the genetic testing fell to the back of my mind, I was operating under the assumption that “no news is good news.” I arrived at the hospital the day of my surgery and was met by Dr. Farkas, she quickly reviewed the procedure and then dropped the bomb on me, my test results were back, not only was I found to carry the BRCA2 mutation, but I also carry of the CHEK2 mutation. My anesthesiologist was there in the room with me when Dr. Farkas broke the news to me, to this day, I’m confident my anesthesiologist knocked me out immediately following the news as I don’t remember anything from that point on.
Twelve hours later, I woke in the recovery room and was transferred to my room where I would stay for 3 days to be monitored for tissue failure and blood clots. On the second day of my stay, Dr. Farkas came to let me know that they had removed somewhere around 38 lymph nodes and that only 1 tested positive. She also let me know my cancer was Stage 2b and that she had scheduled me to see an Oncologist, Dr. Huston. On the 3rd day, I was released home. I really only remember being in bed at home for a few days. I hated the pain meds, they made me feel spacey and lethargic, so I quit taking them and opted for regular OTC medications. I found that being upright and walking made me feel better than any of the medications.
My anticipated time home for the surgery was 8-10 weeks, I returned to work early after 5 weeks home. During those 5 weeks home, I learned that because of the BRCA mutation, the aggressiveness of the cancer and the lymph involvement, I would require chemotherapy after all. I received 8 rounds of treatment alternating every other week. I completed 4 rounds of AC and 4 rounds of Taxol. Chemo definitely wasn’t a walk in the park, but it also was nothing like I expected. I worked throughout treatment, only missing chemo days. I had this expectation that chemo was going to make me deathly ill, but it didn’t, I just felt tired and often had a really weird taste in my mouth. The hardest part of chemo was the fear of losing my hair, my hair has always been a part of my identity, one of my girlfriend’s often referred to it as my “Shakira hair.” By the time I started losing my hair, I was ready for it to go, what they don’t tell you about hair loss during chemo, or at least my experience with it is that my hair texture completing changed, it didn’t feel like mine at all, I was ready to shave it, so my husband and I decided to do just that somewhere between my 2nd and 3rd treatment of AC. I have been cutting my husband’s hair for years, and to have him return the favor was a laughable experience. I survived off my weekly, if not daily check in with Laura, I was one week ahead of her in treatment, so we often found comfort in exchanging words of encouragement and advice. The perk of being across the country from someone else going through treatment, is that their provider may make suggestions yours didn’t and vice versa. I also connected with two women close to home that had been diagnosed in their early 30’s and they were available 24/7 for all of my crazy questions, daily revelations, or just to have a good laugh about losing your hair.
Following chemo, I underwent 26 rounds of radiation. Because of the location of my tumor, I had to receive a specialized treatment, called deep inspiration breath hold. This threw a real wrench in my plan as I had hoped to do radiation close to home. There was only one treatment center in my area at the time that offered this treatment, and it was nearly a 50 mile trip each way. The drive albeit annoying, did serve as a quiet time for reflection. I drove myself to and from each treatment and returned to work immediately afterward. Working through treatment made me feel normal. I also conserved my time off from work so that I could spend it on things I wanted to do like vacationing at the beach.
Since wrapping my treatment, I have opted for additional follow up care that will hopefully decrease my risk for recurrence. I take a daily medication, Aromasin and am part of a drug study where I take an additional drug that could be the medication, Everolimus or a placebo. We are pretty confident that I am on the med as I am experiencing a lot of side effects. In December, I underwent a total laparoscopic hysterectomy to permanently shut down my estrogen production, this choice was a little extreme, but it was the right choice for me. On the day of my surgery, my husband again sat in the waiting room, like he had done so many times before during treatment and appointments. We looked forward to this day as it really signified the final stretch of what felt like a marathon of a year, as he waited patiently for me to recover, he sat near another husband, his wife was just starting her cancer journey, with my same surgery team. When my husband shared that story with me the next day, I couldn’t help to think just how far we had come. I say this a lot, and it might sound crazy, but cancer took a lot from me over the last year and a half, but it also gave me a new perspective on life, a few lifelong friends and the opportunity to share my story in the hopes that it helps someone else. If I can offer you any advice at all to get through this diagnosis, it’s this, find a provider that you feel comfortable with and let them take you by the hand and walk you through the next year. Next, grab hold of someone who has completed the journey before you, specifically someone that agrees to answer any question, no matter how ridiculous or what time of day you ask. Because you will have lots of questions and lots of doubts along the way. And there’s no one that knows that feeling better than a fellow survivor! And lastly, laugh a lot. I read once that cancer isn’t a “journey” like so many call it, it’s a nightmare, I’ve found that the only real way to get through it is with humor, a few good friends and wine, a lot of wine!
Hi! I’m Tracy, and here is my story.
In May of 2017, I went to the doctor for a yearly mammogram. I have gotten a yearly mammogram since I was 30 due to my paternal grandmother having had breast cancer. At that appointment they decided I would need a diagnostic mammogram and an ultrasound. Within 2 hours of this appointment, I was sitting in my doctor’s office and he was telling me that I would need a biopsy.
That was on a Wednesday. On Friday I had the biopsy. The doctor called me the following Monday to say it was indeed cancer. He called me while I was at work, with no family around.
After getting this news, my daughter and I went to see him. He thought having a lumpectomy would get it all, and that a mastectomy would be a bit too extreme. So a week & half later (June 2017) I had the lumpectomy and my lymph nodes were tested. He confirmed that it had not spread. I was ER/PR+ HER2- Stage 1B Ductal carcinoma in situ.
My doctor sent me to an oncologist who wanted to perform 33 radiation treatments and 4 chemo treatments without testing the cancer. I was not comfortable with this opinion, so I requested a second opinion and the doctor refused my request. I decided to send my information to a doctor in Franklin TN, who is also a breast cancer survivor. After reviewing my information, she scheduled me for a MRI, ultrasound, and a biopsy.
They found another cancer spot 1″ from where they performed the lumpectomy. She said the golden rule is, when there are 2 spots in the same breast, a mastectomy is recommended. I told her that if we’re doing it to one side, then we are going to do both sides. I scheduled my bilateral mastectomy and reconstruction so I would have 4-6 wks recovery because I had a granddaughter coming. In September 2017 I had a bilateral mastectomy with reconstruction. 4 weeks after my surgery, my granddaughter was born. She has given me even more reason to fight.
On December 2017, I had the surgery to have my expanders replaced with implants. I went from a DDD to a C.
Throughout this journey my family was very supportive. I had just started dating a guy 3 months before I was diagnosed with cancer. He stayed with me and took care of me and my daughter for 6 weeks while I recovered. I went to a new oncologist who did an Onco Type testing in the cancer and it came back a 5 meaning I did NOT need chemo. I am now taking Tamoxifen (which is a hormone blocker) for 5 years.
It was Monday May 14th 2018. I had been thinking I was pregnant for about a week. I finally took the at home test (okay more like seven of them!) and they were all positive! I immediately called the doctor’s office and I got an appointment for the next morning at 9 am with my good friends OB. That in itself felt like a miracle! Now knowing that I was pregnant I thought for sure that the lump that I had been feeling on my right breast HAD to be from pregnancy. That night, two days before our three-year wedding anniversary I told my husband we were pregnant. We were both super excited and nervous. He continued to say “I knew it” “I just knew it!” The next morning, we went in to confirm the pregnancy and got to see our little babe on ultra sound. They said I was about six weeks along! *Side note* my cancer timeline goes by my pregnancy weeks and how far along I was at the time! The weeks and trimesters are very important when it comes to cancer treatment and surgeries during pregnancy. Towards the end of my appointment Dr. Kyzer (my OBGYN) had asked if I had any other questions. I told her about my lump. She felt it and said that it felt like a fibroadenoma but wanted to send me to a breast specialist to be sure. Now looking back and also seeing so many other moms’ stories of their lumps being brushed off as nothing…I am so thankful to her for sending me to Dr Whitworth.
A week later at about 7 weeks pregnant I had my appointment with Dr Pat Whitworth. I was only nervous because he was a male and I always had a female doctor. I even told my husband not to come with me because they would just look at it and tell me it’s a clogged milk duct or something. After looking at it on ultra sound he said he wanted to do a biopsy right then and there, and that’s when I felt like I knew it was cancer. I called my husband and he rushed to be by my side while they did the biopsy of my tumor and a lymph node. If you know me, you know I am terrified of needles. I was very nervous about the biopsy. Dr Whitworth said oh don’t worry we numb you up and it just sounds like the sound that the ear pierce gun makes. I look at him terrified and said “I’ve never had my ears pierced!!” That was the joke we made throughout the whole journey.
At 8 weeks pregnant we went in and got the news. You have cancer. I didn’t cry. I just sat there and stared at them and my husband. I felt I had already prepared myself from the biopsy. My husband is a warrior. He was my patient advocate, best friend, and personal assistant starting right then. We had not even told family or friends that I was pregnant yet. My husband Ted took on the task of calling all our family and friends and letting them know we were pregnant but that I was also diagnosed with breast cancer.
I sat around for a couple weeks with our dog by my side feeling very tired from the pregnancy. I binge watched Impractical Jokers (I highly recommend!) and laughed a lot. Ted was always out on the phone calling doctors and friends to get opinions of doctors and who was the best. Sure enough we ended up with the BEST team of doctors who had a solid plan.
We found out that I had invasive ductal carcinoma, triple negative, stage 2 with lymph nodes clear. Most dread the thought of triple negative but for treatment with me they felt best about that type as any hormone therapy while pregnant would be difficult. At 10 weeks pregnant on June 5th I had a lumpectomy and one lymph node removed. If I was not pregnant they would have done the double mastectomy but since I was pregnant I could not be under anesthesia for that long. June 5th is technically my cancer free day but we decided to attack from every angle in case there were any stray cells. July 2nd I had my port placed. It may sound silly but that was the worst part for me. Being pregnant I could not have any anesthesia only local numbing. I felt most of it, plus could not take any pain meds after. On July 5th 2018 at 14 weeks pregnant and the start of the second trimester I started chemo treatment. After the first trimester the chemo is too big to cross the placenta so it is safe for the baby. If you are pregnant and fighting cancer I urge you to reach out to me and/or an organization called “Hope for Two”.
I did A/C first. Every three weeks instead of every two because my oncologist did not feel good about giving me the nuelasta shot (which brings up your white blood cells) while pregnant. My counts surprisingly all stayed very high during treatment until after I delivered, which just proves that Charlotte had my back and was fighting too! I am an artist so I brought some things to paint to help the time pass. I recommend bringing books, crosswords, painting supplies or whatever you enjoy doing. Thankfully I had very little side effects until the fourth and last A/C where I just got extremely tired. I did start to lose my hair after the second treatment. It was very itchy and hurt so I had my husband shave it. We got an amazing wig from HPI hair partners here in Nashville, TN and no one could tell It was a wig! People would always say how much they loved my haircut! We made it a funny experience since he is bald also, and it brought us that much closer together.
I then started Taxol. Taxol can cause neuropathy so my oncologist Dr. Vandana Abramson suggested icing my fingers and toes. It is not fun. I REPEAT NOT FUN, but it is worth it because I have no neuropathy! I suggest wearing two pairs of latex gloves and two of the super fancy puke bags on your feet! I iced them for 1.5 hours every Tuesday for 9 Tuesdays. I am thankful for Vanderbilt 100 Oaks private infusion rooms so I could curse the ice without anyone knowing other than my husband and Jerry Seinfeld.
At 32 weeks pregnant we did the Making Strides against Breast Cancer walk here in Nashville TN benefiting The American Cancer Society. I could not walk the whole thing but it made me feel so empowered! Until then I had not really put myself out there as fighting cancer. I wanted my journey to be all about my pregnancy. It was not until then that I decided it would be about both and I was okay with it! Being with other women, men and their co-survivors who have gone through it was so helpful.
Of course we won the game! She was and is the strongest girl I know. She is so brave and helped her mommy kick cancers butt. Charlie spent three weeks in the NICU at St. Thomas Midtown. It was hard leaving at the end of the day but I knew she was in the best hands.
I don’t think I could have done it without her. After she was born I decided to finish my last three taxol treatments to push out the time I could have at home with her before surgery. Charlotte came home on December 18th and got to spend Christmas with us! It also meant that she got to come and celebrate with us at our last chemo treatment. There was no better feeling knowing that she got to be there by my side as I rang the bell, after all she fought too!
I then had 5 weeks to either start radiation or have a double mastectomy. For me there was no question. I wanted to have the surgery. I would always worry about it if I didn’t.
February 4th 2019 I had my double mastectomy. I don’t remember much until getting home the next day from the hospital. My family came in to help and recovery went quickly with not too much pain. Getting comfortable in bed was the worst part. I would recommend an over the bed table as I found it very helpful! The drains to me were uncomfortable and grossed me out but my husband did all the cleaning and emptied them for me! It was devastating not being able to hold our baby girl but her being so small had its advantages. After surgery I had a 10-pound weight limit which meant I could still hold her and about a week later I could lift her. I had tissue expanders placed during surgery and went in for four fills. The needle looks scary but the fills don’t hurt, they just are a little tender that night. I had the final surgery on April 25th 2019 to replace the tissue expanders with the implants. I thank my plastic surgeon Dr. Jacob Unger for making me feel and look normal again! He was so great through the whole process. He made me feel so comfortable and his bedside manner was so calming. I would HIGHLY recommend him if you are in the Nashville area. It took about a year, but boy (or should I say girl) did it go by fast. All of my breast tissue from surgery came back clear and Charlotte, Mommy and Daddy are doing great!
My biggest take away would be to STAY POSITIVE! I found out that I had the best humans in my life and I promise you do too. So many positive and helpful people right here in my community with family living so far away. I am so thankful to my family who made many trips down to help after surgeries. If you surround yourself with positive people it makes the journey go by easier and faster.
The second thing is to be your own advocate! No matter what. I was one of the lucky few that had so many advocates for me. My husband and my doctors were all so great and made me feel comfortable and informed about every decision. However, that is not always the case. I hear time and time again women saying they get brushed off by doctors saying they are too young, or new moms where doctors say it’s just a clogged duct. It makes me so sad to say but it does not matter how young you are, just get it checked!
Lastly ask questions, and take notes. NO QUESTION IS STUPID! My husband would always walk in with a long list of questions and walk out with a sheet full of notes. It is so helpful to have everything written down and in one place.
It’s a tough journey but you can do it! It won’t be easy but it’s worth it. I love this quote and I am not sure who said it but I lived by it and I hope it brings hope to you!
“YOU WERE GIVEN THIS MOUNTAIN TO PROVE IT CAN BE CLIMBED”
*My husband and I also did a podcast with Jake Owen about our journey that I would love for you to listen to. His podcast is called “Good Company” and its #20 “The journey of Jocelyn and Ted”
Through it all my faith and trust in God has gotten me through. My church and all of the prayer warriors have brought me so much peace and hope. Trusting Gods plan for me and my family and what he has in store for us!
I’m so excited for you guys to meet this beautiful lady. Her instagram page is one you definitely should go follow. Her words are so raw and beautiful.
“Everything looks fine”
That’s what 4 medical professionals told me before I was diagnosed with Stage 3, grade 3, ER and PR positive, HER2 negative breast cancer.
The 1 cm “bump” that I felt was so insignificant and tiny that people could barely feel what I was talking about, but I KNEW. Why? Because I learned to know my body and had started advocating for myself when it came to my health, and thank God I did.
I am married to the most incredible man who I call my Husbandman, and we’ve been married 14 years, this year, and parent 2 of the most insanely wonderful little humans.
This cancer battle has been hardest on them, especially our almost 10 year old son.
Our 5 year old daughter weaves in and out about talks on death and it bring tears to this mama’s eyes to see my babies battle through this as well and how their faith has grown.
People will tell you about how “brave and strong” you are on days where you’re barely holding on. That’s when I see God’s power! I also have learned that we are all so much stronger than we give ourselves credit! Thank your phenomenal body today!
The future seems a bit crazy since after chemo, a bilateral mastectomy, lots of radiation, and a ton of clean eating and detoxing, the cancer is still not all gone and continues to spread.
I’m exhausted & frustrated.
I’m blessed and so grateful.
How can I be all four of those?
Because life is a beautiful contradiction.
Because my life is God’s capable hands.
Because I am STILL here to live it,
and for that I am so insanely grateful!
Breathe it ALL in, warrior sisters & brothers!
We’re in this together!
Love you all💕
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