You know, after I got the call that I had breast cancer, I was still and quiet, almost like I was in a bit of disbelief. I knew cancer ran in my family, however, I was healthy, a good weight and I felt I lived a pretty good lifestyle. I remember going in to the next appointment after I found out and meeting with all the doctors. Radiologist, Surgeon, Oncologist, Plastic Surgeon……seemed overwhelming, however my hubby Aaron always had his notepad and asked lots of good questions, while I did lots of listening.
Super glad Aaron took notes, because there were times the doctor would tell me something and I would spend the next five minutes in my head thinking about it and miss the next part of the conversation. This happened a lot and I always had to ask Aaron what happened…….it made me see that you really need someone with you while you are going through anything as it’s very difficult to absorb EVERYTHING at once.
I remember meeting with the plastic surgeon for the first time and I felt immediately at ease. He had a great sense of “ha ha” and that made me comfortable as I want a happy, fun person. Yes, of course I want a stellar surgeon, but I want someone I can talk to and have them make me laugh and smile and vice versa. I had never even thought of a “boob job” before or as they call it breast augmentation. So when he asked me questions, I was like a deer in the headlights and just laughed and was honest and told him, I just have no idea. I probably would have been the last person to get a boob job, only because I’m not a fan of surgery and no need to go through one for no reason. Yes, I have friends that have implants, and good for them, that’s fine, just never thought it would be me. Funny how things change right????!!
The good thing was that my breastfeeding boobies would be turned back to “perky” which is the term the doctor used! I couldn’t stop laughing! Just another way to look at the positive right? With three boys, I was either pregnant or breastfeeding for seven years straight, so I guess I could look at the positive and just embrace it. As the shirt says, get new ones, since these ones are trying to kill me!
The one thing that has made this easier is having someone with me. Having my husband at every appointment has made it not only bearable, but oddly enough fun. Yep, I said fun. We dress up and take selfies in the waiting room, we smile, and laugh and he treats it like a date. We are the “rare” in the hospital as there are so many women there alone and that breaks my heart as when you go through something like this, it’s so important to have someone with you to support you.
People give us strange looks, other people smile and whisper about us with a twinkle in their eye and both are okay. I want to make my experience with it a good memory and be grateful for each moment of everything I go through. When we can praise God through our storms and through our most difficult times, that is when I feel we really grow inside to what God wants us to be. My husband and I are friendly to everyone we come in contact with and send them off with a “God bless your day” or have a wonderful day and a big smile. I know it makes a difference, because I have seen it in many peoples eyes, men and women.
Just doing a small random act of kindness everyday, and smiling at people really do make a difference, I know it sure does when someone does it for me. So why does being at M.D. Anderson have to be a negative, sad experience? It doesn’t to me. If you are there, you have cancer, or you’re a cancer survivor. Since attitude is half the battle, I chose right from that first phone call that I would face it head on, be positive and praise God through it all. It doesn’t make me stronger then any other person, it just helps me get through it and in turn has increased my faith, my gratefulness and the amount of grace I show others. If you know of someone going through a struggle and they don’t have someone, reach out to them. Just that small text or phone call could change their whole day and spirit. It will help show them that storms don’t always have to be bad……..