Thursday, November 10, 2016


November 7th I started taking arimidex for the next 5 years.
Today is the third day I have taken this. I am taking you on this journey with me as I continue on the road to my complete healing.

February 13, 2017~ My sixth month mammogram was today. All clear. Praise God!
I will have another one in 6 months on both breasts. I am already thanking God for a good report.

March 7, 2017~ I meet with the surgeon who did my lumpectomy, Praising God all the way!

May 2, 2017 ~ I had been on Fosamax once a week. I had went back to my oncologist and mentioned about taking Boniva. You only take in once a month. I had been on it about 2 weeks and knew that something was not right. My hip bones hurt terribly and I hurt in my groin area. I called my doctor and told him I was very fatigued and was not feeling well at all. To many aches that I did not have before I went on the Boniva. The doctor also wanted to check my blood and make sure nothing else was going on. He said, "He was not expecting anything to show up." He took me off the fosamax til my next appointment so my body can get rid of the boniva. So, what was suppose to be a good thing once a month turned into a not so good thing.

Later that evening I received a phone call from the nurse and she said, " My blood sugar was low" My blood sugar has never been low. Never.

After I got off the phone with her I went and looked up the side effects for boniva and found out it makes your hips and joints hurt. It also makes your sugar levels go up and down. Some people may can take boniva I am not one of them.

So, today is August 7th, 2017. I have been back on fosamax for two weeks now. I feel really good. I just past my year mark of when I was diagnosed with breast cancer August 3, 2016. Can I get a shout out. My 6 month mammogram was great. I will have another in six months. I expect it to be the same.

I am doing this blog to help others as they go through similar cases of breast cancer. I also want to be able to look back in years to come to where God has brought me from.

Friday, October 21, 2016

I Don't Miss It

I don't miss having to change into these gowns five days a week

I don't miss laying under the machines and being zapped five days a week. I don't miss it at all.

I made some awesome friends while being treated. I will miss their smiling faces and encouragement. One thing is for certain I won't miss being treated. I know it will take time for things to go back to normal, but I know they will. God is a restorer of all things and He is restoring everything the enemy put in my path. The Lord will never fail those who believe and put their trust in Him.

Thank you Lord for a new season in my life.

Saturday, October 15, 2016

HER-2 Test

They were going to start treatment on September 11th, but the doctors couldn’t do that. During an appointment with the medical oncologist, he discovered the HER–2 test results were not in. They had to have those results before the treatment plan could be finalized.

Finally, they got the results in but they were unequivocal, which means they were not positive or negative.

So, he told the pathologist to send off for another test, which wouldn’t be in until 7-10 days. To make it even later, Labor Day delayed it a little bit also.

I went back to my surgeon on September 12th and told them we were waiting on the HER 2 test results. She said, “Oh, we have those results.” We were so happy that we could finally get the ball rolling.

After looking, it was the same results we already had. So, we waited some more.

The mapping appointment had to be rescheduled, too. They said if you had the mapping done and then the HER -2 came back positive and you needed chemo, you’d have to do the mapping again.

I had already made up my mind that whatever was needed to be done whether it be chemo or just radiation, that was what I needed. I didn’t say wanted, but needed.

September 23, 2016 was the first radiation treatment.

Saturday, October 8, 2016


My daughter said to me, “What if it’s caused by something I’ve done? I had been worrying about the boys and had talked about it way too much. Maybe I caused Mama to get sick. I told her that did not cause anything. We have and enemy and he comes to steal, kill, and destroy, I told her, “that I was not going to be one that he could destroy. “ I know the Word and I know healing belongs to me. I will fight the fight with God’s help and we will win.

I had to get some paperwork to take back to Medlink to file for insurance.
What happened next was a miracle. The lady at Medlink helped me fill out over twenty pages for Medicaid. That NEVER HAPPENS. Her mother had ovarian cancer, so she knew exactly what to put. Even better, I was approved THAT day!!!

It turns out this lady went to our church years ago. She was a godsend.  My primary care physician wanted me to see the oncologist first. I didn’t know why. He said that was his preference.
 I had an appointment with the oncologist for Thursday, August 4th.

On the way home from church, I asked my daughter to call Memaw to see if she saw the oncologist first. She said, “No, I went straight to the surgeon. I was wondering why you would see the oncologist first.

That night, my daughter and I both didn’t sleep much.  I had a horrible night because I thought I had messed up by agreeing to see the oncologist first. This was all new to me.  I didn’t know how everything worked.

Since the tumor was small, they recommended a lumpectomy. I had an appointment with the breast surgeon August 8th, 2016.

I told them, “I just want it out. Maybe they can do it this week!”

The surgery was scheduled for August 18th. Pre-op on August 11th.

My emotions were all over the place. I thought since everything else had moved so fast, the surgery would be that week. “It can’t come soon enough,” I said.
When it didn’t work out that way, she was disappointed.

I had stage 1 ductal carcinoma.

I felt so fragile. Everything in me felt like it was breaking.
Invasion of space- Meaning that everything in my household was about to change.
Invasion of privacy- Meaning people would be all in my business and I did not like it.

Lumpectomy on August 18, 2016.

Tuesday, October 4, 2016


Next step was to have a biopsy.  I was making sure the hospital had a payment plan because I had no insurance, the woman said, “You may also have to have an ultrasound that day. The ultrasound appointment is already set for 1:00. This made me a little nervous.“No one said anything to me about an ultrasound. Why would I need that?” The lady didn’t know, so she transferred me to someone else. The ultrasound would only be done if the doctors felt like it needed to be done, so the appointment was made just in case.

I decided I had better tell my parents. My mom said it would probably be nothing. I had a benign place taken out when I was sixteen years old. I found it through self-examination.

After everything was finished, I called my daughter. “I had the biopsy and they did an ultrasound.”

“I didn’t think you were going to need that.”
“I didn’t either, but I did. I saw it on the mammogram. It’s really small.”

They said I would have the results in 48 to 72 hours, which meant Friday at the latest.

Unbeknownst to me, I got a call at work on Wednesday, August 3rd, 2016 telling me to come to Medlink right away. When I got there, they told me about the results of the biopsy.

I came home.  I was crying when I came through the door. My daughter asked, “What? What is it, Mama?” She asked.

“I’ve got carcinoma.” I was shocked. My daughter was shocked. It’s something you never expect and something you are never prepared for.

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Second Mammogram

I went to the hospital to have the mammogram.

I knew my primary care physician got the results of the second mammogram. I called the doctor’s nurse. “Could you tell anything from the mammogram? If something is wrong with me, I want to know.”

“No, the only thing I see is a spot a 9 o’clock.  I told the nurse that  I’ve had to have a second mammogram, and it was nothing.”

My doctor called later that evening. “I’m just going to be straight with you. I’ve looked at the mammogram and it looks like it’s malignant.”

I broke down in tears.  My little world just got turned upside down and I felt like someone had punched me in the gut.

My daughter got mad saying, “That’s just a bunch of bull crap! That’s what they say! If God can raise me up when I was a sick preemie in the NICU, He is going to take care of you! You are not going down. You are going over!

My daughter and I went to the tent meeting that our church’s outreach was hosting. Everything was a blur. I never tell anyone about things that I go through, but  I did tell one friend and that was unusual because I am a very private person when it comes to things about me.

I received another call from St. Mary’s saying,”Before the biopsy could be scheduled, the hospital had to have orders from my primary care physician.”

I called my primary care physician and his nurse said, “He has twenty things on his desk. He will try and look at it. I was getting more and more frustrated.

My daughter came into the kitchen, saying, “Now Mama, you know you have to be nice to them.” My daughter didn’t really understand what was going on or the importance of that phone call.
I asked the receptionist on the phone, “You are going to get my orders, right?” The lady said the hospital had been bugging them all day about sending in orders. She assured me that they would.

I said, “Okay. The hospital said if they don’t have the orders by the end of business today, it will be two weeks before the biopsy can be scheduled.”

Monday, September 26, 2016

The Call

I had been wanting to get a mammogram for awhile. I always waited for the free ones sponsored by the hospital. They wouldn’t approve me for one last year , so I waited.

I was scheduled to have one on July 11, 2016, but the mammogram machine tore up. My third grandchild, a girl, was supposed to arrive in a few weeks. With everything so uncertain, I wasn’t sure when to make the appointment. They had an opening July 18th.

The morning of July 18th came and I almost didn’t go. MaKensie was born a few days earlier, so everything was chaotic. I said to myself, “I’ll just wait.” I tried to call the day before my appointment to cancel it, but no one answered.

That morning I heard God say, “Go on and get up and go get your mammogram.” I thought, “Okay, I’ll get it taken care of.” I’d never had any reason to worry. All of my past mammograms had always come back clear.

While at an appointment for my daughter, I received a call from a number I didn’t recognize. I didn’t think anything of it. The person who called had left a message.

I didn’t check it until the end of the appointment. St. Mary’s Hospital called to tell me I needed to call them back. When I called them back, they told me they saw a place that was concerning and I needed another my mammogram.

That mammogram was scheduled for Thursday.