In the summer of 2015, my life took an unexpected turn. I was diagnosed with breast cancer, a chilling revelation that sent shockwaves through my world. Devastation and fear gripped my heart, threatening to drown me in despair. What made it even scarier was knowing that I had a history of dealing with depression. The thought of facing breast cancer and possibly battling the shadows of depression felt like too much to handle. It was like fighting two tough battles at the same time. But with my husband by my side, he became my strength, not just against cancer but also against the fear of falling into that dark place. His support was like a lifeline, urging me to fight not just for my body but also for my mental well-being. I prayed for the strength to confront these battles head-on. A series of tests followed, each one a crucial step in understanding and defeating the enemy within. The BRCA gene test, a measure of genetic predisposition, brought relief as it came back negative. The FISH test, determining the spread of the cancer, offered another glimmer of hope—negative. The cancer was confined to my right breast. Surgery loomed on September 9th, 2015, a date etched into my memory like a badge. Chemotherapy became my next mountain to climb, a daunting journey fromOctober to December. With faith and determination, I declared that 2015 would end with me being cancer-free. And so, I celebrated the first year of triumph with a joyous gathering of family and friends—a testament to the victory over adversity. Gratitude fills my heart as I reflect on my journey through cancer, and it’s all because of the incredible people who surrounded me with love and support. My mom, Mabel, and my brothers, Akwasi and PAA, were there for me, providing steadfast strength. My sons – Audi, Siege, Kendall – became my rocks, and friends like Crystal and Joyce Ayim brought comfort in their companionship. Ike and Sherman, you guys were real MVPs, making sureKendall was taken care of during school pickups. Tony Braitwate, organizing a cleaning crew for my home after the hospital stay and surgery – your kindness meant the world to me. In those vulnerable moments, my husband and mom took care of me, even helping with something as simple as a bathwhen I couldn’t manage it on my own. Evan, with his careful attention, monitored those JP bottles – the My Scars, My Journey, A Breast Cancer Foundation 34 The Birthday Journal
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