I always waited until right after the first of the year to schedule my routine medical check-ups and 1996 was no different.
I went to see my regular doctor and asked him for a script to get a routine mammogram at Chilton Memorial Hospital.
While there, I was told that something showed up on the mammogram but the advice of the doctors there was to return in 6 months to see if anything had changed.
My regular doctor was not hearing that and sent me, quickly, to another doctor who actually did an ultra-sound. Then from there I was sent to a lab that actually did another ultra-sound and a needle biopsy. I was sent home and told to call the next day.
So right around my 50th birthday on January 14, 1996, I was told that it was cancer and that I should make an appointment immediately with a breast surgeon, which I did. His advice was a lumpectomy. All of this happened within a week.
A few days after surgery the report came back that in 15 lymph nodes that were removed from under my left arm, there was a microscopic spec of cancer and I was sent to an Oncologist.
Boy, was I angry! God was in my life but I had not grown to trust Him as I should. I was advised to have chemo-therapy and then radiation which took about one year in total. I did this kicking and screaming the entire time. I am thinking that my anger might have gotten me through all the sickness and depression.
I purchased this bracelet from Laura of ShadowCutter on October 27, 2010 and aside from the cards I made for my shop it has been my only physical symbol until NOW.
BELOW is the beautiful jewelry holder purchased by my wonderful friend Jennifer/Aloquin from Jennifer/ElegantQuirk. What a sweet surprise. I love you all.
Part 2 next week.