Keep Your Hands on the Plow

I started this post a couple of weeks ago and never finished or published it because it got too hard and I started second guessing whether to share it or not. Then yesterday’s sermon at church prompted me to revisit it. The message included John 9:62, “No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.” There have been times in my life when I’ve struggled to keep my hands on the plow and my eyes forward. I’ve committed but I haven’t stayed committed. Those are the hard parts of my story, the ones I’m the least proud of, but also the ones that point to my need for grace and a redeeming Savior.

When I wrote my first post on this blog almost 2 years ago, I was nervous. Being the center of attention is not my thing and the thought of people, possibly even people I’d never met, reading about my life made me feel more vulnerable than I imagined it might. Part of me wondered if it was selfish to think that people really cared enough to want to read about my journey. I’m certainly not the first person to ever fight breast cancer. Now I have realized a deep love for writing but I still sometimes have those feelings and have prayed often about what to do with them. I met someone for the first time this fall who said she had always followed this blog and had been inspired by it. Her words reminded me why I chose to write and share my words publicly; if God can use my story to point someone else to His faithfulness, then it’s worth pushing through my insecurities.

One of the sweetest parts of last summer was having the opportunity to host a book study with a few girlfriends at our home. The first night that we met together, we intended to wrap things up in about an hour but ended up talking together for several more. We started sharing the hard things – the things that keep us awake at night, the insecurities, the deepest hurts that bring on the most tears. We didn’t judge one another and we didn’t offer a quick fix for anyone, we simply listened. As we said our goodbyes, we all agreed that the night had been so good for each of us. I realized that night how rare those types of conversations are. When we go to dinner with our closest friends or have girls’ nights we rarely bring up those hard parts of our stories. We think no one wants to hear about our struggles and we don’t want to bring down the mood, but I’ve realized how important it is to make a more conscious effort to be transparent and real with one another. I think the most valuable thing that we all walked away from that night with was that it was okay to have struggles and it was okay to talk to about them. We all left that night saying to ourselves, “Wow. She really isn’t perfect either. She doesn’t have it all figured out, and that’s alright.”

One of the hardest parts of my story, but one that I’ve begun to see as a tremendous opportunity to point to God’s grace and redemption, is the fact that I was married before. It’s common knowledge among my close friends and family, but it has often been something that is difficult for me to share with new people. When Adam and I met, I told him that I’d been married before the very first time we spent time together just the two of us. I just knew he was going to run for the hills so I figured it was best to go ahead and break the news before I got too attached. Obviously I was wrong on that one. I stressed out for weeks about telling his parents, and then the night that we decided I would tell them, Adam ended up talking for me because I started crying so hard. Looking back, there’s no telling what they thought we were about to tell them. We did a marriage book study last year with our Sunday School class and wouldn’t you know that the chapter we happened to be discussing the week we hosted at our house was the chapter on divorce. I seriously couldn’t believe that of all the chapters in the book, that chapter would be the one we would be leading the discussion on! I kept thinking throughout the night that I would find some opportunity to slip it into the conversation, but I never got up the nerve. I don’t know what exactly I thought was going to happen when I said it, but I was terrified. I didn’t think anyone would get up and walk out of our house, but I worried that they would think differently of me. The fear of being rejected can be incredibly strong.  For years my face would get hot when someone would make comments about divorce and divorced people. As time has gone on, I’ve realized that my failed marriage doesn’t define me. It is a part of my story, and though God didn’t cause it, He allowed it and He also used it to bring me to Christ.

I was raised as a Christian and have always believed in God, but it wasn’t until my first marriage fell apart that I really “got it” and made the decision to follow Christ. When I was a child, we were members of a Lutheran church and went most Sundays. I always got a new dress for Easter and we took pictures in the front yard. I said my prayers every night. I was home schooled 8th-12th grade with a Christian curriculum so I took Bible history courses and memorized scripture verses, even in Spanish. During those years, we traveled all over the country in an RV as my dad drag raced competitively. I also raced for a couple of years. We traded church pews for the seat of a 4-wheeler as we attended the church service on Sunday mornings at the race track  in whatever state we were in that particular weekend. The thought of my parents being disappointed in me was pretty much all the discipline I needed. I made good grades and finished college with a 4.0 GPA. I wasn’t perfect, but I sure tried to get as close as I could. I really thought I had it all figured out, and from the outside it probably looked like I did. Looking back, I realize that I thought of God as some distant power who was always watching me to be sure I didn’t do anything wrong. I thought as long as I followed all of the rules and was a “good girl” that my life would turn out perfectly. I never noticed a need for Jesus or grace in my life because I had it all under control on my own, or so I thought.


Change has always been scary and uncomfortable for me, so after high school, I wouldn’t even entertain the thought of going off to college. I lived at home all 4 years, attending a small campus in my hometown for 2 years and then commuting over an hour each way for the last 2 years. My parents divorced shortly after I began college and my mom and brother moved 2 hours away while I stayed behind and lived with my dad while finishing school. It was a very difficult time for me, for all of us, and I struggled to accept that we weren’t a family anymore. That still wasn’t enough to turn me to Jesus though. Instead, I chose mostly to blame, be angry, and wallow for several years in how unfair it was that things were never going to be how I wanted them to be. And then I just kept pushing forward, determined to keep striving and making my own perfect life that would make it all better.

I met my first husband when I was 15 while working at my family’s Piggly Wiggly grocery store. When we met, I wasn’t even allowed to go on a date yet and had to wait until my 16th birthday. We were your typical high school sweethearts and after I finished college, we took what we both thought was the logical next step and got engaged. We had been dating for 8 years by the time our wedding date arrived. We had a huge wedding in Charleston and I stressed over every last detail. It had to be perfect, too, of course. What I didn’t stress over or pay much attention to at all was my relationship with Christ or our need for Him in our marriage. In my mind, dating for 8 years was more than enough to guarantee a successful marriage. We weren’t even married 2 years before we separated. How did we last 8 years dating and not even 2 years married? Hadn’t we done everything right? There was a part of me that always thought because we’d been together for so long that it was a given that we’d always be together. There was no work we needed to put into our marriage or conversations we needed to have. I wasn’t interested in learning how to communicate better or addressing any of my shortcomings. When your own personal happiness becomes more important than your marriage vows, it is a slippery slope. When you start focusing solely on yourself and not your spouse, it’s easy to start thinking you’ve fallen out of love. Little things become huge things and your perspective shifts. If it was meant to be, it would be easy. Before you know it, you think surely you’ve married the wrong person and you’re pinning or sharing every quote you can about following your heart and deserving to be happy. Counseling? No way in the world are you going to sit and let some stranger convince you otherwise of something you are already so sure of. That was all me the first time I tried, and failed miserably, at being a wife.

I did eventually realize my selfishness and then I wanted God to help me fix it all. It wasn’t easy for a hard-headed girl like me to admit to being wrong, so when I finally did, I just knew if I prayed hard enough that He would fix my marriage and we’d live happily ever after. But He didn’t and we didn’t. For a while, I was only angry at myself. But later I realized that no matter what had happened, He was God and He had the power to fix it if He wanted to. So then I got angry that He didn’t fix it and I turned again and did my own thing. Living on my own became too difficult so I decided to rent out our house and I ended up moving in with my cousin and his wife who so graciously opened their home to me. I went from being a 26-year-old with a loving husband and a beautiful house to a divorced 26-year-old sharing a bathroom with her 9-year-old cousin. There were a lot of days I had to be forced out of bed. I wasn’t sure how I felt about God anymore because I’d prayed so hard and didn’t get what I wanted. I had let so many people down and I was absolutely broken.

In the summer of 2012, a couple of months after I’d hit rock bottom, a college student from Michigan was in Charleston on a mission trip and she began working with me for the summer. She invited me to her weekly Cru college ministry events and I went with her a few times, but on the weekends I was also still out living the college days I’d never had. I never told her that I was in the middle of a divorce, I was way too embarrassed. She also invited me to go to church with her at Seacoast one Sunday and so I started attending with her regularly. I started to really listen and rethink the direction my life was going. On her last day at work in August before returning to Michigan, she gave me a Bible. In it she wrote a note to me that said it was obvious to her that God wanted to work in and through me and she couldn’t wait to see what He had in store. She also said that she’d be praying Ephesians 3:16-21 for me:

I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.”

 I remember my eyes filling up with tears as I read that and truly realized how deep Christ’s love was for me. He loved me so much that He sent this girl all the way to South Carolina to tell me. I told her my story and how I’d been too embarrassed all summer to tell her what I was struggling with and what a failure I felt like. I continued attending Seacoast on my own after she returned home and I even joined a small group book study that met during the week. I realized that God loved me even though he didn’t give me exactly what I wanted. It wasn’t about that anyway. I needed to learn to love Him for who He was, not what He could do for me. I had been christened as a child, but over the past several months I had begun to hear sermons and read about the importance of baptism as an outward sign of a decision to be committed to following Christ. One Sunday during the morning service, I learned that they were baptizing people that same afternoon in the ocean at Isle of Palms and I knew it was time. No more excuses. I texted a few friends and family to let them know that I’d made this important decision and invited them to come. I knew that since it was such short notice that they wouldn’t be able to make it, but my friend Becky was able to be there and share that experience with me. On Sunday, September 9, 2012 I made the best decision of my life. I’d be lying if I told you that my life was all rainbows and butterflies after that; there are still hard times and there will always be hard times, but it is so much easier facing them with the hope I have in Christ.

Why did I write about all of this? The broken parts of my story definitely aren’t things I am proud of or that are easy to talk about, but I share them because I think it’s important that you can see through my story how easy it is to live your whole life going through the motions, certain you’ve got it all figured out, maybe even thinking that you are a Christian, when in reality you’re missing the single most important thing – a relationship with Christ. What does it have to do with my breast cancer story or this blog? A lot actually. I am certain that I would not have been prepared to handle a cancer diagnosis and its aftermath if it weren’t for that most special relationship. And that relationship was not formed until after the perfect life I built crumbled and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I have far too much respect for both myself and my first husband to share every detail of our marriage, but I did want to share the tough lessons that I learned through it in hopes that it might encourage someone who might be facing similar struggles or who feels as if they’ve failed one too many times. God can and will bring beauty from ashes. He can redeem even the most broken and ugly parts of our stories and use them for good, but you have to seek Him first. Even after I committed my life to Christ, I struggled for several more years with why divorce was a part of my story. I believed that God had a plan for my life since before I was born and I know He hates divorce, so why did he allow it in my plan? Then I also tried to analyze every part of our relationship and figure out exactly where it went wrong. Should we have gotten married in the first place? I thought being able to explain it and figuring out an answer would help me feel better about it all. It never did. Finally I realized that it’s something I’ll never understand this side of heaven. Some things we aren’t meant to understand. For a while I thought that trying to forget all about that part of my life was the answer. I’d get rid of all the pictures, the mutual friends, the places, the memories, and that would make my heart whole again. Some of those things are necessary in the beginning, but a decade of being together isn’t easily erased. You’ll always find something with your former last name on it or you’ll have to write all former names you’ve ever used. Your old wedding date will roll around every year, and of course Facebook will graciously have some sort of post from 8 years ago today for you. As the years have passed I’ve begun to realize that it’s okay. I can bring him up in conversation and it’s okay. I can look back on those 10 years and smile because they made me who I am today.  Although God has given me an incredible husband and another chance to get it right, you will never hear me say that I’m happy that I got a divorce and that I think it’s a great option. You won’t hear Adam say he agrees with it either because that’s how he got his wife. I realize that I’m imperfect and I own my past mistakes completely, but instead of beating myself up for the rest of my life, I can learn from them and be a better wife now. I can choose to find my identity in Christ and not in my broken past. I can look at it all and see how marvelous God is and how he took a mangled up mess and made a beautiful life for all of us.

That brings me back to John 9:62, “No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.” When you put your hand on the plow, stay committed. Stay committed to the person God called you to marry. Communicate, don’t be afraid to ask for help or to admit your shortcomings. Stay committed to Christ and to following Him. Surround yourself with other believers who can mentor and encourage you along the way. Keep your hands on the plow. And if you haven’t and you know you’ve really messed up this time, remember that God’s grace is amazing and He can redeem all those broken pieces if you will turn it all over to Him. I know because He did it for me.

Choosing Surrender

It looks like it’s been nearly 5 months since my last blog post. I’ve thought about writing quite a few times, but honestly I’ve just wanted to go out and live! After spending the majority of last year inside doctor’s offices and hospitals and feeling sick so much of the time, now I just want to get outside and enjoy life.

Most people want to know if I’m finished with everything now, if I can put all of this behind me. With most things, I am finished. Cancer treatment is over (chemo and radiation). No more nausea, fatigue, burnt skin, or bald head. I had scans in April which showed that there is no cancer remaining in my body (praise!). In April I also had the final part of my reconstruction surgery and my chemo port was removed. The port wasn’t much of a bother to me, but it was tied so closely to chemo that I happily traded it for the small pink scar.

I am learning, however, that even after treatment ends and the cancer is gone, it’s impossible to just pack it all away neatly in a box, push it to the back of your closet and say it’s all behind you. Maybe that is possible for some people, but that hasn’t been my experience. And I’m okay with that, even though I never thought I would be. I remember in the first weeks following my diagnosis how desperately I wanted to go back to the girl I was on February 16th, 2015, the day before the nurse called me with the biopsy results. I wanted nothing more than to just be “normal” again and not wake up every morning and remember that I had cancer. Throughout the year, I felt like every surgery and treatment completion was one step closer to getting back to that girl. While those things indeed put me closer to being healed, I now realize that I was never on my way back to that “normal” life. But I am learning to surrender all of the parts of my life to God, even the parts where my plans don’t align with His at all, and trust that His plan for my life is so much better than mine.

Cancer certainly was not a part of my plan for my life – as loss, pain, and suffering are not ever at the top of our bucket lists. Now, even though I have been healed, my life still looks different than it did before cancer. I thought once treatment was complete, I’d only be going back to the oncologist at SCOA for checkups every 3 months, and eventually it would be longer between visits. In March, I went for my 3 month checkup and found out that I would need additional medication to help prevent a recurrence. It doesn’t sound like that big of a deal, but this medication is an injection that I have to get every month, and I was told I would need to have it for at least 2-3 years. Although I love and appreciate my SCOA family, visiting  every month for the next few years was NOT a part of my plan for getting back to my “normal” life. In April, I had quite a few hiccups following my surgery and my body did not heal as well as I’d anticipated due to the effects of the radiation treatments. According to my plan, it would be a smooth and speedy recovery lasting less than a week. In reality it was many weeks of drains, pain, fear of infection, antibiotics, and driving to see my surgeon a couple of times a week. I’m also now realizing that reconstruction isn’t always as final as I’d once thought and revisions are often necessary, so the surgeries may not really be over. The possibility of a recurrence is also something that becomes a harsh reality, and can create a lot of anxiety when it’s time for a scan or checkup. Somehow the wait becomes a lot scarier once you have already received that call with bad news. Being told that I have to wait to have children for 5 years (due to one of the medications that I take to help prevent a recurrence) has definitely been one of the places where it has been most difficult to surrender to God’s plan. Trying to have my first child at 35 is just not what I envisioned and knowing that I don’t have any choice in the matter is just plain hard some days.

But I think that’s one of the biggest things God has been teaching me through cancer. Our hope has to be found in Christ. It can’t be in the things He can do for us or give us, or that perfect “normal” life that we think would make everything right in our world. I recently read When God Doesn’t Fix It by Laura Story and have been doing the companion Bible study this summer. We have talked about Abraham and the faith he had to have when surrendering things he cared deeply for to the Lord – ultimately his son Isaac. The study asks you to think about what your Isaac may be, something that you hold tightly to that would be very difficult to let go of. I think for many of us, maybe it is a certain object or person, but it also could be the idea of the life you think you are supposed to be living right now, the life where all of the things that are broken never happened and things are going according to the plans you had. When we hold so tightly to the idea of that life – the life where that loved one who passed away is still a phone call away, you have the spouse or baby you have been waiting for, your parents are still married, that disability does not exist, you still have the job you lost, that person you loved didn’t betray your trust –  it becomes very easy to throw a pity party for ourselves when we don’t have it and get stuck there. Even if we don’t intend to, pretty soon we can find ourselves bitter and resentful. These things are hard and heartbreaking, and they happen to every one of us in some shape or form. Trials may look different from one person to the next, but they are inevitable because sin entered the world. I have realized that I have to surrender the idea of that ideal life to God and embrace the life He has given me instead. It’s up to me to make a conscious effort to look for the blessings and good things.It’s up to me to choose joy, even when I don’t feel like it. And it’s not a choice I can make one time and be done, it’s a choice I know that I have to make daily and sometimes even hourly. It certainly doesn’t mean that I never feel sad or angry or disappointed, but I do know that even in those moments God will meet me where I am and He won’t leave me there. He is always patient with me and faithful to lift me out of those low places.

Even though the cancer is gone now, I don’t feel much like that girl that for so long I was waiting to get back to. My life looks different than it did before cancer, and even different than I thought it would look after treatment, but it’s good. Really good. Adam and I moved into our house and celebrated our 1st year of marriage in March. I have a new appreciation for relationships and the small moments that I probably didn’t pay much attention to before. I adore going to visit our friend’s donkeys and goats, and have enjoyed strawberry picking and going to the drive-in movie theatre for the first time. I’m getting used to my curly hair and I’ve been trying some new things, like canning and painting furniture. I even overcame my fears and got certified to scuba dive! I spend less time trying to measure up to the world’s standards and more time resting in the truth that I am loved by my Heavenly Father far beyond what I can comprehend. Eternity and the fact that this is not our permanent home is even more real to me.

Oftentimes in these past few months I have wondered if I really had anything else to say on this blog since it was about my cancer journey and I don’t have cancer anymore, but I’ve realized that even though the cancer is gone, that doesn’t mean God’s work through it is finished. I don’t have all of the answers to anything, but I do know that God can use our stories in ways we could never even imagine. I have seen firsthand how He can take even the most broken and imperfect parts of our stories and use them for good. Too often we are reluctant to share those hard parts of our stories for fear that others will think less of us or reject us, when they are really opportunities to show God’s power to redeem and a testament to his faithfulness. Though it might be a little tough to be transparent and real, try sharing your story with someone and watch God work.

Speaking of transparency, I also wrote a guest post for a friend’s blog recently about my struggles with body image through cancer. You can read it here if you’re interested or share with someone who you think may be encouraged by it.

Thank you for your unwavering prayers, love, and support!


My 1st Cancerversary

One year ago today, Adam and I sat on our couch anxiously awaiting 2:30 and the phone call – the call that would either put our minds at ease and allow us to breathe a sigh of relief, or plunge us into a new reality that was too terrifying to even consider. I’ll never forget the way I felt when I heard her voice on the other end, and when she said “Unfortunately, it is cancer.” It still gives me chills. All I remember about the rest of our conversation is how hard I was trying to catch my breath and hold back the sobs so that I could listen to what she had to say. I started writing everything she said on a notepad because I knew I wouldn’t remember any of it. Her first words were still repeating over and over in my head. I’d see a surgeon by Friday, and then possibly an oncologist the next week depending on the treatment plan that was decided upon. It was all happening so fast. I felt like she was speaking another language as I hurried to jot down all of the terminology – Her2, hormone receptor status, growth rate, stage. We spent the next few hours on the Internet looking up everything I’d written down. Being on the receiving end of that call was devastating, but having to then be the one to call my parents and deliver that news was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to do. There was so much sadness, fear, and disbelief that I felt that day.

February 17, 2015 is a day I’ll never forget, but instead of viewing it as the worst day of my life, I want to celebrate it as a milestone that points to God’s incredible faithfulness. When I heard those words that day, I honestly felt as if someone had told me I was about to die any day. I was terrified of so many things and I had no idea how I was going to face all of the harsh realities that cancer was about to throw at me. It’s been a long and trying year, but God did not forsake me for a moment. Though I’ve been called deeper than I ever could have imagined, His strength and grace have been enough every single day. Whether it was struggling to accept that I won’t be able to have children for a while, sitting down in the chemo chair the first time, staring at a bald me in the mirror everyday, or feeling too weak to get out of bed for days, He has gotten me through it and continues to each day. Now, one year later, I’m a survivor!

 This song is one of my favorites, and it’s especially meaningful today. “Faithful you have been, and faithful you will be”. Ever Be by Aaron Shust

Farewell, 2015

What a year 2015 was! It was a year filled with both immense joy and deep pain. Getting married in March and beginning to build our first house in August are two of the most wonderful things about 2015. We also went apple picking and whale watching, which are two things I’ve always wanted to do. I got to see my little brother graduate from high school and begin college. We saw some of our dearest friends get married, went on a cruise, and Adam was able to see his Clemson Tigers go undefeated. I turned 30 and finally had dinner at The Melting Pot. Although we weren’t able to go on another mission trip, we were still able to volunteer together. We spent a lot of time with our families and friends, and just tried to enjoy our time with them as much as possible.



Some things this past year were not quite as wonderful. Last New Year’s Eve when I was looking forward to all that 2015 would hold, a cancer diagnosis was not what I had in mind. I was beyond excited for our wedding that we were planning for June. I was looking forward to dress shopping, cake tasting, and marrying my best friend. I’d also already felt the lump, but I wasn’t too concerned. I had my annual doctor’s appointment coming up in February and I’d have it checked out then. A couple of weeks into January, I changed my mind. I am so grateful for the person God placed in my life who shared their own personal experience with me which prompted me to take action. I still never thought it could possibly be cancer, but I felt I shouldn’t wait another month. I called one morning and they saw me that same afternoon. My doctor never mentioned cancer and wasn’t alarmed either, but scheduled a mammogram and ultrasound to be safe. The weeks before that next appointment were uneventful, and I still wasn’t worried. I never expected to be asked to come back an hour later for a biopsy, and then get a phone call the next afternoon that turned my life upside down. If something doesn’t seem right, go see your doctor. Don’t wait until your next appointment, or until you think about it again. Don’t think you’re too young, too healthy, too busy, or anything else. Just go. Had I waited longer, the cancer could have very well spread further throughout my body and made this battle much more difficult to fight.

This is just one of the things that I learned last year that I feel is important to share. I’m no expert on life, nor do I claim to have all of the answers, but there are a few things on my heart that I’ve realized through the process of this journey.

#1  God is good and He is faithful ALL the time. When things seem to be falling apart and you are in your darkest valley, He is there and He will carry you. Exodus 14:14 says “The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” He truly will fight for you, and he will give you strength for each day as it comes. There is absolutely no way that I could have fought this on my own. I haven’t come this far because of my own strength, but because of His. I have experienced His love for me this year in such a deeper way, and His grace continues to amaze me. I don’t deserve it, yet He gives it freely to me daily. Even with all of the mistakes I’ve made in my 30 years, He still loves me and remains faithful no matter what. No matter what 2016 holds, no matter how wonderful or how devastating, I know that God will not forsake me.

#2 Show up for the people that you love. Show up for them all the time, but especially when they are going through a storm. Make time to spend with them and be there to do life with them. Show up when you are excited to be there and maybe even when it’s not so convenient for you. Even if you don’t know what to say, say something. There may not be anything that you can say that is going to make their situation better, but that’s okay. They don’t expect you to have the answers, but letting them know that you are thinking of them and praying for them will mean the world. Don’t just ask what you can do, do something. It doesn’t matter how big or small. It truly makes a difference.

These are a couple of gifts from sweet friends. I’ve been overwhelmed by the outpouring of love!


#3 Reach out, reconnect, and share your story. Some of the people who have encouraged me the most and made such an impact on me throughout this past year have been people who I never would have imagined, many of them are people who were complete strangers a year ago or who I hadn’t heard from in years. You never know how great of an impact you can make on someone. You just may be the encouragement or voice of counsel that someone has been praying for. Don’t let your pride get in the way. Don’t think it’s been too long, or they don’t want to hear from you, or they will think you’re crazy because they don’t even know you. Don’t think you can’t make a difference. You don’t know how God wants to use you.


Yesterday I completed one more part of this cancer journey, radiation. This was the last of my cancer treatments, and I was happy to close that chapter on the last day of 2015! So am I finished with everything now? Not quite. In November, I finally finished the first phase of the reconstruction process and then was able to move on to radiation. A lot of people have asked me how radiation is different from chemo – it is very different. While my chemo treatments were every other week, radiation was every day. Chemo lasted several hours, while radiation lasted 10-15 minutes. The side effects are also not the same. There is no hair loss or nausea with radiation, just fatigue and burns on the skin in the area being radiated. Thankfully, the fatigue has not been too terrible for me, but the skin under my arm is burned and blistered pretty badly. Neosporin, Aquaphor ointment, aloe, peroxide, and Mepilex dressing have become some of my best friends! I could write a whole post about those dressings and how much they’ve helped keep me from being even more uncomfortable the past few weeks. Before I began treatment, I had a CT scan to help my doctor plan my treatments. I got 7 blue ink marks that would be used to help the techs always be sure I was in the exact same position on the table so that the beams could be focused on the correct area. Every day, Monday – Friday I drove to South Carolina Oncology for a treatment. The treatment was always fairly quick, other than seeing the doctor and having blood work once a week. Driving there and changing clothes took more time than the treatment itself. I would lay on a table with my arms over my head and my feet strapped together and then a large machine would move over the top of me and stop several times to deliver the radiation beams. I had to be completely still for a few minutes and then it was over. I never felt anything, almost like having an x-ray. All this was in hopes of destroying any cancer cells that may have been left in my skin or lymph nodes following my mastectomy. Yesterday I completed my 25th and final treatment! The burns are not pleasant, but having already suffered through chemo, radiation really was doable.


I took this photo yesterday before my last radiation treatment. The last time wearing that beautiful pink gown!

In a few weeks I will start taking a drug called Tamoxifen which I will have to take for at least 5 years. It’s often prescribed for women diagnosed with hormone receptor-positive breast cancer with the goal of reducing the risk of the cancer returning. I also will have another surgery sometime this year, in the spring or summer, to complete the reconstruction process. It will be another major surgery, but hopefully won’t have quite as painful of a recovery as the first one. I am looking most forward to finally being able to sleep on my stomach again! I will also get my port removed during that surgery. My hair is growing back, and it is starting to curl in the back! I’m learning to use hair gel, and soon I think I may need to get my hair dryer out from the back of the bathroom cabinet. Everyone tells me I look great with short hair and asks if I’m going to keep it short. No, I’m growing it back out. While I am so very thankful to have any hair at all after being bald, I definitely would love to have long hair again someday.

In closing, I have one very special prayer request for my mother-in-law who was diagnosed with breast cancer in November. She will be having surgery next week on Wednesday. We are praying for a smooth surgery and recovery, and clean margins. We are also praying that her journey can be a much shorter one than mine and without chemo. Please keep her in your prayers!

Happy New Year!!


A Grateful Heart

  Happy Thanksgiving, y’all! Today is the day when many people stop and take time to put into words all that they’re thankful for. It’s amazing how long the list can get when you actually take the time to really think about  those things, but too often we’re more inclined to focus on the other things – the things we don’t have. I’m not just talking about material things, but any circumstance in our life that we feel isn’t working out according to our plan of the way our life ought to be. It doesn’t seem to take much effort to focus on all of the things we wish were different about our lives – the things that we wish would have never happened, situations we hoped would have turned out differently, people who we wish were still around, and those prayers that we’re still waiting for answers to.

  We are always going to have those things. They will look different through all of the changing seasons of our lives, but they will always be there. We have a choice to make each day though. We can dwell constantly on those things that we wouldn’t have chosen for ourselves, or we can choose to focus on that list we are thinking of today on Thanksgiving.  I’d love to be able to say that every day since my diagnosis I have woken up and chosen to be grateful, but some days I’ve struggled to accept this cancer journey and found myself wishing I could just go back to being “normal” again. Thankfully God’s grace is enough and He has gotten me through those days. There have been way more needles, IVs, shots, blood draws, stitches, scans, procedures, consultations, surgeries, and pain medication prescriptions this year than I ever cared to have in my life – a nightmare for the queasy girl who at 19 passed out and hit her head on a water fountain on the way down following a TB skin test. Aside from all of that, I’ve also had so many different emotions to deal with. There were days when I would look at all of the cancer-free people around me and wish I could be like them again. I wanted to go on a honeymoon the week after my wedding, not have surgery to get a port placed in my chest. I did not want my husband to have a bald wife in our first month of marriage, and I definitely didn’t want to spend my summer going through chemo and preparing for a mastectomy. I wanted to be able to get my hair done like all of the other bridesmaids before my sweet friend’s wedding, not be wearing a wig. Sometimes when I see pictures of my friends’ precious babies, I am tempted to start feeling sad that being a mom isn’t going to be an option for me for several years now, if at all. But I know that I have to stop myself, or pretty soon I’ll be throwing a great big pity party for myself. I’m not saying that I never let myself cry or feel sad, those feelings still come, but I’ve learned that I can hope in the midst of that pain and that I can continue to give thanks and praise to God through it as well. I can control how I respond to those feelings and I can ask God to help me. Instead of feeling sorry for myself and letting bitterness take root, I have to choose to look for things to be thankful for. I look for anything, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem. Right now I am thankful to need to use a hairbrush again. Although reconstruction has been a longer process than expected and I will be spending every day leading up to holidays getting radiation, I am grateful that I have finally started I am set to have my last treatment on New Year’s Eve! 

  I am most thankful for the good Heavenly Father that we serve who knows exactly what we need. He answers prayer, and although not always in the way we expect or hope for, always in the way that He knows is best for us. Although I don’t understand why some things happen, I do know that He allows these trials and this pain to help accomplish His plans. It’s my responsibility to trust His plan and not think I have an idea for my life that is better than His. This is my new “normal” and God gave it to me for a reason. “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah‬ ‭29:11‬ ‭NIV‬‬

What a difference a year can make…

Lately I’ve found myself often stopping to think about what life was like a year ago at this time. You know, like the Timehop photos everyone posts on Facebook. During the interview that I did last month (if you missed it, you can watch it here: News 19 WLTX Interview), that was one of the questions that I was asked. To my surprise, I really had to think about that answer. What was I doing at this time last year? What was life like before being told that I had breast cancer? Life seems to have been such a whirlwind since February 17th and I’ve been so focused on taking each next step in this battle that I haven’t taken much time to think about what life was like before that day. Since the interview, I now stop to think about it a lot, and it doesn’t make me sad. It makes my heart so full to think of all that God has carried me through in those months, and how much He has worked on my heart in the process. Being able to look back to 1 year ago and see such a drastic difference in so many aspects of my life allows me to appreciate His grace so much more.

As we were sitting in the stadium at Clemson at the first game a few weeks ago, I realized I was wearing the same dress that I wore to the first game last year, but I started thinking about all that had changed since then. Then, it was my first time wearing orange in that stadium (because yes, I’m still a Carolina girl), I had a head full of long hair, I was sitting next to my boyfriend of less than a year, and I was in excellent health. Now, although still in that same orange dress, I was wearing a big floppy hat because I had no hair, I was sitting next to my husband of 6 months, and I was a breast cancer survivor who just went through chemo and a double mastectomy. Wow! What a difference a year makes…

First Clemson game August 2014
First Clemson game August 2014
First Clemson game August 2015
First Clemson game August 2015

There have been many changes to my heart in this year, one of them resulting from one of the most noticeable differences when I look back at photos – the changes in my physical appearance. Losing my hair and my recent surgery have taught me a great deal about losing myself and knowing Him more. Now I will admit that I do miss my long hair when I look back at those photos, but I am then reminded again that physical beauty is not where my happiness lies. I’ve learned to be content even when I don’t like what I see in the mirror. Has it been easy? Definitely not. No matter how many times people said to me “It’s just hair, it will grow back”, it didn’t make facing that any easier. However, I have learned to go to God with these struggles and get my worth from who I am in Christ rather than what I see when I look in the mirror. 1 Samuel 16:7 says “But the Lord said to Samuel, ‘Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things man looks at, Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.'” I did like my long hair and my old body, but not having either doesn’t mean I that I can’t be content. It’s a choice I’ve had to make, to be content with my physical appearance the way it is. The condition of my heart is far more important to God anyway.

I remember the phone conversation with my nurse in which she told me chemo would likely be my first step in treatment and the first thing I asked her was if I would lose my hair. She told me yes, that unfortunately the chemo drugs used to treat breast cancer cause you to lose all of your hair and it would probably start to happen about 2 weeks following my first treatment. I was terrified to say the least. I remember going to home that afternoon and curling my hair just because I knew it would be a long time before I would be able to do it again.  I decided to get it cut short the day after my first treatment. Many survivors had given me this advice and I thought it would be an easier transition to being bald, if there was such a thing.

One of the last pictures of my long hair - Christmas 2014
One of the last pictures of my long hair – Christmas 2014
Haircut! April 2, 2015
Haircut! April 2, 2015
Another picture of my short hair
Short hair!

I didn’t sport my new ‘do very long because the nurse turned out to be right about the 2 week mark.I pulled out my first handful of hair as I ran my hand through it while in the chair for my second treatment. It was an unsettling moment and I’ll never forget the look on my sweet momma’s face. I knew it would happen soon but I wished she hadn’t been right there beside me to see it. Although I’m not sure if I would have ever been fully ready to lose my hair, I was as ready as I could have been. Like the weeks before chemo that I’d spent wondering what it would be like, I had been wondering what being bald would be like and it was consuming my thoughts. I had already planned to shave it once it started to come out, another piece of advice from survivors, and had been tugging at it all day everyday that week. I wanted to shave it that week before I went back to work after Spring Break so I’d have some time to adjust, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it until I knew it was really going to come out. I knew what I’d been told and what I’d read, but I just couldn’t do it until I saw for myself. I had been praying all week for God to let me know when it was time, so when that handful came out that day, it was somewhat of a relief. We called Adam’s hairdresser that afternoon on our way home from chemo and she told us to come on to the salon that evening. God sent me a sweet blessing on that ride home. On top of feeling tired and sick from chemo, I was feeling all sorts of emotions about what I knew I was about to have to do. I opened my email and there was the email letting me know that the hair I’d donated after my haircut had been received. It was just what I needed to put things into perspective and I felt like God was reminding me that He was using all of this for good, even these things that were so very hard for me to face.

The certificate I got via email just before going to get my head shaved April 2, 2015
The certificate I got via email just before going to get my head shaved April 2, 2015

Adam made the first swipe with the clippers and then very quickly it was done! Surprisingly, I didn’t cry one tear. Again, I felt relief that one more very hard part was behind us.

Adam taking the first swipe with the clippers to shave my head April 2, 2015
Adam taking the first swipe with the clippers to shave my head April 2, 2015
It's finished!
It’s finished!

The days following were filled with a lot of tears, however, and it took a very long time for me to get used to the way I looked when I walked past a mirror. I even had Adam cover the mirror for the first couple of days. I would wrap the towel on top of my head in a turban when I got out of the shower, just like when I had hair to dry, because I would rather look at that in the mirror while I was putting on makeup than my new self. I know being bald sounds trivial compared to other trials people face, but I will be honest and say that those were some very hard days and weeks for me. It did surprise me that I preferred scarves to my wig. I spent time picking out the perfect wig and had plans to wear it all the time once I’d shaved my head, but in reality I have worn it maybe a total of 5 times since April! I always preferred scarves to hats because I liked the feeling of having the back of my neck covered, like when I had hair.

Before the Fight Like a Girl benefit, one of the few times I've worn my wig April 2015
Before the Fight Like a Girl benefit, one of the few times I’ve worn my wig April 2015
Lexie and I being twins with our headscarves
Lexie and I being twins with our headscarves

I kept wondering if I would someday be comfortable going out in public without covering my head at all, but I never was. I had met several survivors who went out bald proudly and they were oh so beautiful, and I admired their ability to do that. I never made it to that point, but it wasn’t because I was ashamed of the way I looked. The only way I know to describe it is that I felt naked. My first day back at work after shaving my head, I decided to wear a scarf because I just did not like the wig. It was a very frustrating morning with many tears at our house! Getting out of the car at school was incredibly difficult, much more so than I anticipated. I dreaded the sad looks I knew I would get and I didn’t want to make people feel uncomfortable. I knew they wouldn’t know what to say to me. I was scared of what the children would say. I know that sounds silly as an adult, but it’s the truth! But you know what, it turned out fine. I prayed before I got out of the car that God would get me through that day and He did. Of course He did, He always does. Sometimes that’s all you can ask for is the strength to face things one day a time, and sometimes one hour at a time. It got easier as time went by and I eventually got used to my new appearance. I can’t say that I always liked it, but I accepted it. Everyone handles that part differently, but it was always encouraging to me to see or hear other women’s stories so I share this part of the journey to encourage other women who may be facing losing their hair.

I am happy to report that my eyebrows and eyelashes are growing back very quickly and for that I am so grateful! They didn’t start coming out until after chemo was over in June, and by the week of my surgery in July, I only had about 3 left! My hair is also growing back and I’ve gone from looking like Charlie Brown’s friend Pigpen to an actual head full of little short hairs. I’m still wearing my scarves until it gets just a little longer though!

Reflecting on the changes in my appearance and the emotions that have gone along with them also makes me appreciate all that God has taught me through this aspect of breast cancer. I have gleaned such a different perspective on life in these months and what is truly important. On October 17th, during breast cancer awareness month, I’ll be participating in the Palmetto Health Walk/Race for Life as a survivor! One of the reasons I am participating is in order to raise awareness. Early detection is so important for beating this disease and my hope is that raising awareness in our community will encourage women to be more vigilant so that they are able to detect this as early as possible! I am also raising funds to help other local women facing breast cancer get the best care possible.  All proceeds from the Walk for Life/Race for Life will benefit Palmetto Health Breast Center. Please consider donating or joining us on October 17th!

Post-Surgery Update

It’s hard to believe it’s already been 3 weeks since my surgery. It’s been difficult to find the time to post between trying to rest and recover, going to follow-up appointments, and preparing for the start of the school year. My surgery went well and I came home after two days in the hospital. It was a challenge to get my pain managed, but I had wonderful doctors and nurses taking care of me. I am so grateful for the many family members and friends who visited the hospital, sent cards and beautiful flowers, and provided meals EVERY night in the weeks following my surgery. We’ve felt so loved and supported as I’ve recovered. I’m healing and the pain has subsided as time has passed which is a huge prayer answered! I went back to work last week and I’m continuing to go through the gradual reconstruction process.

Many people have asked me, “What next?”. It’s a little different than what I’d hoped for, but again I’m reminded that God’s plan is not my plan. Once the initial phases of reconstruction are done, probably the beginning of October, I will begin radiation treatments. This was something I wasn’t expecting, and left me feeling very disappointed. The treatment itself did not upset me, it was the realization that I am not done yet, when I thought that I was. I initially thought that radiation would be a part of my treatment plan when I was first diagnosed, but once I decided on the mastectomy instead of a lumpectomy, I was told that radiation would only be necessary if any of my lymph nodes were found to be positive for cancer during surgery. This wasn’t likely since there had been no swelling or signs of it being present in my lymph nodes during exams, but I still knew there was a chance so I tried hard not to get my hopes up about not having to go through radiation. However, I was hopeful and that’s why I asked for specific prayers about it in my post before surgery. Following surgery, the surgeon reported that my lymph nodes were negative and this is one of the first things I remember hearing from Adam when I was coming out of anesthesia. We were ecstatic and the radiation cloud had been lifted! Two days later, the final pathology report came back just as I was being discharged from the hospital and my surgeon confirmed that all of the lymph nodes that they removed were negative. Later that day when I got home, I started reading through my report to see the good news for myself. Yes, it still said they were all negative. However, I got to one line that made me cringe. There was a line that stated “Lymphatic/vascular invasion…Present”. I didn’t know what this meant, but I felt like anything involving cancer with the word “invasion” as present couldn’t be a good thing. I knew that I would be meeting with my oncologist the following week to go over the report in detail, so I tried not to worry about it. When we met that week, I was told that radiation was strongly recommended after this finding was added to other factors such my young age and larger tumor size. Once I begin in another month or so, I will receive treatment each day for 5 weeks. I was hoping to be able move on from treatment to just recovery, but it will just be a little longer.

The day after I was diagnosed in February, I woke up early before work and spent time in the Word in search of peace and comfort. My world had been turned upside down with that phone call the day before and I craved peace and encouragement. I wanted to know that everything was going to be ok. That morning, I was led to Habakkuk 3:17 -19, “Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior. The Sovereign Lord is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to tread on the heights.”  The first part of this verse resonated with me because it seemed to describe what I felt like was going to come along with cancer. Although at that time I knew so very little about what fighting cancer would be like and all that I would go through in the coming months, I did know it would be a season of suffering and loss. The second part of the verse gave me the encouragement I so desperately needed that morning, the reminder that I needed to rejoice in the Lord and cling to the promise that He would be my strength and allow me to face whatever obstacles were ahead. I remember copying and pasting this verse into text messages and sending it to Adam, my parents, and my brother. I found encouragement for myself in this verse, but I also needed encouragement for them. Not only did I want to know that everything was going to be ok, I wanted them to know also.

I write about this now because I’ve realized that I find myself wanting that often, to know that everything is going to be ok. It could be in the smallest of situations, or in something much bigger like facing cancer. The morning after I found out that I’d need radiation, this same verse from February was in my devotion. The notes for it in my study Bible mentioned faith and trusting “God’s providence”. What does that really mean? What am I trusting? I’m trusting that He is in control of all things. I’m trusting that cancer was a part of His plan for me, because nothing is out of His control. He allowed it for a reason and His plan is for my good, even if I can’t see it. Radiation is a part of my treatment and although it surprised me, it did not surprise Him. He will be my strength through this phase, too, and will again enable me to get through anything that lies ahead still. It’s going to be ok.

I also wanted to share that I was given the opportunity to tell my story in an interview with Darci Strickland that will air this Wednesday, August 19th at 5:00pm on WLTX Channel 19. I am honored to be able to do this and be a part of the Buddy Call 19 awareness campaign. I hope that God will use my story and that it might encourage someone else fighting this battle and raise awareness of breast cancer in young women.

Thank you for your prayers! Please continue to pray for healing and strength as I navigate the reconstruction process and face radiation in the coming months.

the best is yet to be…

Tomorrow is almost here. It seemed so far in the future for so long, but as it has gotten closer I have had many different emotions. I have known since my diagnosis in February that surgery would follow chemo. There were really no options to consider with chemo, I was simply told which drugs I would receive, but surgery was different in my case. I was given information and reccomendations, but the choice was ultimately mine to make. For months I have researched, prayed, and talked to doctors and survivors about options. Deciding between a lumpectomy and mastectomy was a daunting task for me, but God provided such wise counsel and guidance each time that I needed it. By the time I finished chemo, I knew which surgery was right for me and what surgeons I would use. Even though I’d had numerous conversations about it with Adam and my close friends/family, I still cried the day that I told my nurse practitioner for the first time that I’d decided on a double mastectomy. It became more real that day, and has each day since then.

It was no surprise that this was coming next, but accepting this part has not been easy. Although I had pages full of questions ready for the appointments with the surgeons, I still left feeling so overwhelmed and with even more questions. There was so much new terminology and information to digest. I had read about most of it already, but it was different now that it was really happening soon – to me. I wasn’t reading facts or hearing someone else’s experience anymore, I was being told what was about to happen to me. This all made me very emotional. I began to feel overwhelmed by the surgery itself – did I really understand the procedures? Was I ready? Then I became scared of the surgery – was I going to wake up? Up until this point in my life, I’ve only been under anesthesia a couple of times and the only surgery I’ve had has been outpatient with no hospital stay. Then I started thinking about what recovery will be like, what I can’t do, what kind of pain I’ll be in, and what I will look like afterwards. As I packed my bag for the hospital yesterday, I realized that I thought I’d be packing a bag like this one day, but I thought it would be when I was preparing to go to the hospital to have a baby. I’m not bringing home a baby though, instead I’m coming home with a different body. Yesterday was one of those days when the temptation to feel sorry for myself and wallow in self-pity was almost more than I could bear, and there were a lot of tears.

Thankfully I have a wonderful husband, family, and friends who push me to focus more on God and less on my circumstances. I will admit that some days I have done that better than other days, but God’s grace is always there when I need it most. Today I have felt such peace, and I am ready to face tomorrow. Adam and I went for a boat ride on the river this afternoon and I adored this time being outside and being with him. I realized then and there that God wanted me to stop being sad about what I was losing and the pain I’d go through, and focus on the fact that this surgery is one more opportunity He is giving me to fight cancer so that I can have more sweet moments like these. I am thankful that I’ve been given this chance to fight and I am trusting that He will take care of the rest.

Tonight I also received this sweet gift from one of my very dear friends that reaffirmed what I’d been feeling all day. I believe God knew what I had been struggling with this week and put it on her heart to choose this perfect message to reiterate to me.


I have to be at the hospital at 7:00am tomorrow, and surgery will begin at 9:00am. It will last about 4 hours and I will have to stay at least 1 night, possibly 2. We will be wearing these shirts designed by a special young lady who is very near and dear to my heart.


Thank you so much for all of the cards, texts, emails, and Facebook posts this week. They have lifted my spirits so much. As always, we are so appreciative of your prayers. I’d like to ask you to pray for a few things specifically for tomorrow:

— Continued peace for me in the morning and that I can focus on God’s faithfulness instead of my fears

— Wisdom and guidance for the surgeons, nurses, and the rest of the medical team

— No complications during surgery

— A clear pathology report that the cancer is gone, and no cancer present in my lymph nodes (which would mean no radiation)

— Patience, strength, and comfort for Adam, my parents, my brother, my aunt, and my in-laws as they wait at the hospital

— Comfort, peace, and minimal pain during recovery

— That God would continue this work in drawing me closer to Him and continue to get all of the glory for carrying me through this season


I started writing this post a couple of weeks ago, right after my last chemo treatment, but I’m just getting around to finishing it. There have been some very hard days in these weeks following my last chemo. Even though I’ve been writing about them, I’ve been hesitant to post because I didn’t want anyone to worry or feel sorry for me. However, it’s a real part of this journey, the one that I felt called to share. As I read the following verses in a card I received this weekend, I was reminded that it’s ok to feel weak, and it’s important for me to share that side as well. “But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” (‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭12‬:‭9-10‬)

As I experienced the end of one stage of my treatment and began to prepare for the next, fear, anxiety, and sadness crept into my mind. I got stuck inside my head, started thinking way too much, and all of these thoughts led to a lot of tears. I didn’t want to talk to anyone about it and my talks with God consisted of pleading with Him to help me understand why I felt this way and give me peace again. Not only was I struggling with my emotions, but I was frustrated because I didn’t want to feel this way. I wanted to be full of hope, courage, and perseverance.

I was excited about celebrating the last chemo treatment with family and friends. The last time that I would have poison pumped through my body was a huge milestone in my cancer treatment. We wanted to celebrate this, as well as the fact that the chemo had been so successful in shrinking my tumor. I looked forward to being able to celebrate this ending with so many sweet friends and family who wanted to be there, but I was not so sure of how I felt about chemo really being over. I know that must sound strange. After all, why would I want to continue experiencing unpleasant side effects week after week? Chemo in itself is certainly not an enjoyable experience, but it became comfortable and familiar to me. With all of the change that was going on in my life since my diagnosis, this familiarity was welcome. It became my “new normal”. I knew that I would go in every other Thursday and Friday and be taken care of by one of my three nurses and that I would go in on Wednesdays in between for a follow-up with my oncologist. I knew I would see the receptionists upstairs, those who drew my blood and took my vitals, my oncologist, my nurse practitioner, and many familiar faces in the chairs around me. I was comfortable and SCOA became like a second home to me. How did that happen? I remember vividly the first time Adam and I pulled into the parking lot in February for my first consultation with my oncologist. The tears came as soon as he put the truck in park and it was time to get out and go inside. I did not want to go in there I told him.

Four months later, the tears came again, very unexpectedly, as I walked out. I went for my follow-up appointment as usual, but I knew I wouldn’t be back again in 2 weeks. It was yet another thing to celebrate! But even through all of the smiles and congratulatory hugs, my heart didn’t feel like celebrating, it just felt heavy. I went downstairs to thank my chemo nurses, since I had been so busy celebrating the week before I didn’t feel like I had adequately expressed my gratitude for all that they had done. It was very strange to me to walk downstairs and not wait to have my blood drawn, and then walk into the infusion room and not go sit in a chair. I looked around at everyone and again had that feeling that I’d had the morning of my first treatment, the feeling that I didn’t belong here. However, this time I was right. I really didn’t belong here anymore. I knew then that this part of my journey was over and this day ended up feeling more like the end to me than the last chemo. I had to fight back the tears as I walked out of the infusion room, back up the stairs, and out of those front doors.

This flood of emotion was completely unexpected and left me feeling vulnerable and insecure. On one of my hard days, I picked up the devotional Bible given to me by a friend at church. I had been very confused as to why I was feeling the way that I was and I had asked God to please lead me to something in those devotions that would help me find some peace. I came across one written by a woman named Joanne Arentson who had experienced emotions similar to mine when nearing the end of chemo. She likened the experience to a child riding a bicycle without training wheels for the first time with his earthly father running close behind him. She realized that the end of chemo for her meant that these training wheels were now gone but that she could rely on her Heavenly Father who was running behind her. It seems like such a simple and straightforward analogy, but I was so encouraged by it. Realizing someone else in my situation had those same feelings brought me immense comfort. I think that this is something we can apply to any new situation in our lives – we have to have complete trust in Him rather than relying simply on our own capabilities.

This devotional Bible that I was reading from has a special story.My friend bought it several years ago because she thought it was pretty (it has a pink embossed leather cover), not realizing that it was for breast cancer survivors. Soon after I was diagnosed, she gave it to me. At the time she bought it, we didn’t even know each other or live in the same city, but I am certain that God planned this  seemingly “accidental” purchase knowing that she would one day have me to pass it along to. This is just another one of the many ways I have experienced His amazing grace along the way! If you are going through breast cancer or know someone who has been diagnosed, this Devotional Bible for Women, NKJV: Pink Edition has many encouraging devotions and prayers.

This devotion also pointed me to Isaiah 41:10 “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Fearful, dismayed, and weak were exactly what I had been feeling, but this verse reminded me that I could rise above these emotions if I held onto those promises. He is with me. He is my God. He will strengthen and help me. He will uphold me. It is so easy for me, in times of change especially, to lose sight of this. Change has always been a challenge for me, whether I perceive it as a good or bad change. I tend to feel that in order to be successful in something that I need to be [overly] prepared for it. In order to feel prepared, I need to know what to expect so that I can then plan accordingly. That is where change poses a problem for me. I don’t know what to expect with the change so I can’t plan for anything. Without my planning, I don’t feel prepared and feel like I’m not going to be successful. Then those negative emotions creep into my mind. God is teaching me a lot about this through cancer. Too often I equate success with perfection and God doesn’t ask us to be perfect. He asks us to be faithful. I need to have faith in those promises that he gave in Isaiah 41:10. I need to put my faith in Him, not my planning. What if He would have told me last summer that this change was coming, explained every procedure and side effect I could expect, and then told me that I had 6 months to come up with a plan? Would my planning have made me more “successful” in fighting cancer? No. I’ve learned firsthand that no plan or feeling of preparedness can get you through life’s deepest valleys, expected or unexpected. Only God can do that.

I also wanted to share a snippet of God’s grace from last week. I was volunteering at Chick-fil-A with our church and was asked if I could stay an hour longer to cover for someone who was running late. Little did I know that the reason they needed me to stay longer was so that Kim Rich could get back to the restaurant with a special gift for me – a Chick-fil-A cow dressed in pink! She even has a head scarf like mine! Kim gathered all of us in a circle right in the middle of the busy restaurant and prayed for me. It was such a special moment and just what I needed to lift my spirits. I am continuously amazed at the people God places in my life and moments that He arranges. His planning and timing are so PERFECT!

Kim and I with my surprise!  July 7, 2015
Kim and I with my surprise!
July 7, 2015

Physically, I have been feeling great. I’m still experiencing the Taxol side effect of itching in my hands and feet periodically, but hopefully this will subside soon. I’m very thankful to be feeling more like myself on a regular basis instead of every other week. I will be having surgery in 2 weeks (Monday, July 27th). I will share more later, but I’ve chosen to have a double mastectomy with immediate reconstruction. Though I feel I have been stumbling a lot along this journey lately, I am holding on to Psalm 37:23-24 “The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him; though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand.” Each day I’m trying to find my strength in Him and focus on these promises instead of all of the emotions I have about the surgery. If you could pray that I can continue to do that, I would appreciate it so much!

Closing the Chemo Chapter

I am finished with chemo! My 8th and final treatment was yesterday!
As I have been nearing the end of this phase of my cancer journey, I have been reflecting on all that I have been through and learned during this time. Two days after the nurse navigator called to inform me of the biopsy results, she called again to let me know what treatment plan the doctors had agreed upon when they met to review my case. They had taken into consideration all of the characteristics of my tumor from the pathology report and decided that chemotherapy should be the first step in my cancer treatment. I will not bore you with all of those details, but it truly is amazing what a specialized approach they are able to take with each person based on all that is now known about breast cancer and how different each case is. I processed this news with mixed emotions. I was glad to have a definite treatment plan in place and very thankful that the doctors had this option to help cure me, but I was terrified of losing my hair. That is another process in itself so I will save that for another post! I asked as many questions as I could think of at the time and then learned specifics when I met my oncologist for the first time the following week. She informed me that I would have 4 treatments of Adriamycin/Cytoxan followed by 4 treatments of Taxol. I would be able to have “dose-dense” chemo, meaning I would have treatments every 2 weeks. I realized this could be more taxing on my body, but I also knew it meant less time overall spent on chemo which was a positive. Since I planned to continue working full time, Thursdays would be my treatment days so that I would have the weekend to recover. I would need to have a port placed under the skin on my chest for them to deliver the chemo medications so that they didn’t have to start an IV in my arm every time. I had no idea what this was, so here is an illustration if you are as curious as I was –  Port Illustration . Mine is not very noticeable and is only a small bump.

Before port placement surgery March 10, 2015
Before port placement surgery March 10, 2015

I remember the first day of chemo very well. I was not anticipating this day with excitement, but I had not been dreading it either. You see, I spent the entire month prior feeling completely normal and well, but learning about all of the things that might happen to me once chemo started. Symptoms vary so much from person to person, even those on the same chemo drugs, so it was difficult for anyone to tell me exactly what I could expect, just many possibilities. I was just waiting for what I was told would help heal me, but at the same time make me terribly ill. I was relieved by the time March 19 finally arrived so that I would not have to wonder what it would be like any longer. I was also looking forward to having a more consistent schedule since ours had been so unpredictable and filled with so many appointments at different places with different doctors. Being the planner that I am, the idea of knowing my appointment schedule for the next few months put me at ease and made preparing sub plans easier for me (teacher friends, I am sure you can relate!).

That morning I got many texts, phone calls, and emails on our drive to South Carolina Oncology. I was feeling hopeful and positive when Adam and I checked in at the front desk at 8:00am. We then went downstairs where I waited with many other people to have my blood drawn. One of the first things that I noticed was how different I felt than everyone else this first day. I was so much younger. I also had a head full of long hair pulled back in a ponytail. I looked at everyone and wondered what kind of cancer they had and where they were in this process. They also looked at me. On the outside, I didn’t look like I belonged here, but on the inside I had the same disease threatening to ravage my body. I did belong here because we were all here to fight the same battle. After having my blood drawn, I waited again to to have my vitals taken. We then made our way into the huge room filled with rows of over 40 plush recliners. I felt the anxiety and fear growing stronger as I walked to choose my chair. I chose a seat facing the window, all the while trying to fight back the tears. I was terrified as I sat in that chair for the first time. My nurse was so sweet as she came over to access my port and through my tears I told her how scared I was. She assured me that it was normal to feel this way and let me have my moment to cry it out. This was not a chair or room I ever anticipated that I would be sitting in and as I sat down the reality that I was now a cancer patient hit hard. I tried to refocus my thoughts on God’s truths instead of my fear and kept reminding myself of Deuteronomy 31:8 “The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.” I also clung to Joshua 1:9 “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” I was so fearful of what these drugs that they were about to put into my body were going to do to me, but I knew I had to keep reminding myself that God was right there with me in that room and wasn’t going anywhere. What a comfort it was to know I didn’t have to face this day alone!

First Chemo March 19, 2015
First Chemo with the blanket made by my coworkers         March 19, 2015

I felt much better once I refocused my thoughts and was ready to have my port accessed for the first time. It didn’t hurt like I’d imagined and I really only felt a little pressure for a second. The first couple of hours I received anti-nausea meds, steroids, and fluids. Adam and I talked and I wrote in my journal. I even graded some papers which amused Adam (but didn’t surprise him) because “Of course”, he said, “that’s exactly what you should be doing at chemo – being productive.” I will be the first to admit that relaxing is a struggle for me a lot of the time! When it was almost time for my first chemo drug to be administered, I received the greatest blessing when a dear survivor friend dropped in to see us. She had received the same drugs so it was such a comfort having her arrive just before the infusion started. God’s timing is so perfect! This first drug, Adriamycin, is also known as the “Red Devil” due to its bright red color as well as its very unpleasant side effects. My friend told me that she had been given the wonderful advice of instead thinking of it as the “Blood of Jesus” so that’s what I did. It has to be pushed into the line by hand slowly through a syringe because of the damage that could occur if it were to escape into surrounding tissues. I will never forget watching the fluid in my line change from clear to pink to bright red as it traveled up to my port that first time. Fear was creeping up again, but I prayed as I watched this that I would be healed by this toxic drug,  and I sang every hymn about the blood of Jesus in my head that I could think of! After about 15 minutes of that drug being pushed in, I was ready for Cytoxan, the second chemo drug in the A/C combo. This was dripped over a few hours and made me feel like I was having an ongoing brain freeze so the rate had to be slowed down a little. Finally by 1:30 I was ready to go home. They unhooked my line and taped the small part to my chest leaving the needle in so I wouldn’t have to be stuck again the next day when I returned for fluids. The next day I returned in the morning for fluids and the shot that boosted my white blood cell count then went in to work. I would usually start feeling the side effects from the shot (pain/body aches) night and they would last through the weekend. The fatigue and nausea were worst over the weekend also but by God’s grace I was always able to be back in the classroom Monday morning.

Chemo #2 with the Easter Bunny
Chemo #2 with the Easter Bunny                April 2, 2015
Adriamycin #3                                                      April 16, 2015

After 4 treatments (8 weeks) with this first drug combo, I switched to the second drug, Taxol. This drug tends to have less intense side effects in terms of nausea, but has the potential to cause an allergic reaction when it is administered. I tolerated the first Taxol treatment fine with no reaction, but then it happened during both my second and third infusions. Thankfully, I had no reaction yesterday during my last treatment! I had asked many people to pray specifically for this. They were able to get things under control and continue at a slower rate both times but it was painful and scary so I was happy to skip that part! The side effects I’ve experienced with it have been bone pain in my legs the weekend after a treatment and neuropathy in my hands/feet, which oddly enough for me has presented itself as itching instead of numbness/tingling. Please pray that this ends as soon as possible in the coming weeks, it’s really no fun! I have been so thankful to not experience nausea though.

Hooked up to the monitors after Taxol reaction May 28, 2015
Hooked up to the monitors after Taxol reaction May 28, 2015
Rush's picnic
Rush’s picnic

Yesterday was such a sweet day of celebration and thanksgiving. So many family members and friends came to share the day and celebrate  with us. They brought balloons, Tiffany’s petits fours, an Edible Arrangement, and pink beads for everyone to wear. It was also Patient Appreciation Day at SCOA so we were treated to Bojangles coffee and biscuits as well as hand massages from an oncology massage therapist. We also received many thoughtful gifts from A “Tiny” Bit of Love, Inc. These family members of a sister who lost her battle passed out snacks, key chains, and handmade blankets to all of us. It was such a beautiful thing to see them loving on so many people in her memory.

A “Tiny” Bit of Love
Beautiful blanket from A
Beautiful blanket from A “Tiny” Bit of Love

This chapter has been quite a challenge and there have been days when I have experienced physical and emotional weakness like never before, but the Lord has carried me through and has been so faithful. I am looking forward to feeling like myself again for more than a few days at the time and not having to schedule things around my “bad” weekends – oh yes, and to have my hair begin to grow back! However, I want to always remember all that I have learned through chemo  including trusting God completely and never taking good health for granted.

Before I rang the bell, I thought about this verse from a devotion sent to me yesterday morning. “Let us come before him with thanksgiving and extol him with music and song.” (‭Psalm‬ ‭95‬:‭2‬) I hope that my heavenly Father heard this bell ringing as my song of praise and thanksgiving! I am so thankful for Him carrying me through this part of the journey! Please keep the prayers coming as I make decisions and prepare for surgery over the next few weeks.

Chemo is DONE! June 25,2015
Chemo is DONE! June 25, 2015
After ringing the bell!
After ringing the bell!