D-Day for us means Diagnosis Day. When I woke up that morning, my first thought was, “Today is July 18th, and I may find out that I have breast cancer.”
To say this Monday began like any other is a lie. I was beyond nervous! Luckily, I’m blessed to have a partner who is the calm in my storms.
With sadness in her voice, she beat around the bush; my OBGYN eventually announced that I have breast cancer. She is. The. Greatest. Her reputation is outstanding. She’s delivered my last two children, so there existed more of a friendship bond between us that limited her ability to give it to me straight. Once it set in, my initial reaction was, “Well, now we finally have an answer!” And needless to say, my doctor was a little shocked at my response to this life-altering news.
I then began to explain why my reaction was relief in hearing this news. Never thought you’d hear someone who just got diagnosed with cancer be relieved, did you?! Well, my relief stems from this ongoing unknown battle. I finally found out what I was fighting! When you know everything about your opponent, its weaknesses, strengths, favorite hang-outs, morals, and fighting tactics, you can better defeat it. Oh wait, did I say morals? Cancer doesn’t have any. It fights dirty. This means, I have to fight dirtier. Now I finally know what to do. Now I am able to pick up my armor and weapons. I felt like I had been fighting a war with only my hands.
I look forward to finding out more about this defeatable beast inside of me.
I am reminded that God has gone before me. Hallelujah.
"God is striding ahead of you. He’s right there with you. He won’t let you down; He won’t leave you. Don’t be intimidated. Don’t worry.”