I think one of the first things I asked my sister when I woke up from surgery was whether or not I had cancer. She said yes, and after the words sunk in, I didn’t think about it too much more. It wasn’t until the day he released me that I had confirmation that the mass they removed was cancerous.
Since that day, I promised myself that I wouldn’t dwell on the diagnosis as I needed to concentrate on healing after a major surgery where the doctor used 20 staples to put me back together. And so, from my discharge date on Nov 17 till today, I have worked to get stronger and healthier.
Both of my parents had cancer, but neither lived long after their diagnosis. My dad lived less than 4 months after discovering cancer, and mom lived less than 2 weeks. Cancer has affected my family much as it has other families.
Yet, it is one thing for family members to have it, it is completely different when you are the one hearing the words everyone fears to hear. Still, to this moment, God has given me a peace to go forward.
I am so thankful for a support system of family, friends, and colleagues around the world. I am taking this one day at a time. For His Glory!
For those who don’t know, I was diagnosed with a cyst/ lesion on my pancreas in December 2015, however, due to a mistake in reading a MRI in January 2016, I didn’t know until September 2016 that the cyst was still there. The tumor was completely removed on November 11, 2016.