“My cancer was described as ‘very aggressive’, and the Doctor told me I had 3 months left to live….6 months if I chose to have chemotherapy. Having watched multiple loved ones suffer and fade away into deep sadness during their own battles with illness I made the decision to not have chemo.
My Doctor was intrigued by my reaction to my news, he told me that I was the only patient that day thatdidn’t break down and cry at the bad news being delivered to them.
I am now entering my 8th month since the Doctor gave me 3 months to live. I struggle with knowing that I am going to have to let go of my role as the mother of my four children and Grandma to my first grandchild. I have always wanted to guide, love and protect my children, they are my everything. Right now this is my greatest struggle.
I’m not sure whats going to happen. I can feel the cancer inside of me, the pain is real but i’m not going to let that affect me. If there are words still coming out of my mouth, God is still using me. Everyday when I wake up, I say thank you for another day, those are the first words that come out of my mouth.”
