My Breast Cancer Journey: The Day I Found Out I Had Breast Cancer. That’s right, I’m giving up the ending right away. But stick with me folks, I promise I’ll make it good.

August 19, 2019 Do you have a minute to chat? Who knew five words would alter our life forever. You can read my exact thoughts on that day on my Instagram here

Needless to say, I was S-H-O-C-K-E-D. I literally just celebrated my 35th birthday 3 days earlier. And here I was trying to figure out what to do with the hardest news I’ve had since my parents passed away.

Y’all, I was mad. No, I was pissed. Well, first I was heart broken.

After that call from the radiation oncologist who performed my biopsy, I just sat and cried. As soon as I got off the phone with her, I cried. Honestly, I balled my eyes out. Scared out of mind.

In the midst of the tears and sobs, I called Chris who was at work. He knew as soon as he picked up the phone. “The doctor called…. SOBS….. It’s cancer. MORE TEARS.”

My sweet, sweet husband, said “Ok, I’m coming home right away.” 15 minutes later he was home. He even called me when he was in the car to say he was on the way.

He told me later, that as soon as he got off the phone with me, he picked up his backpack and literally ran all the way to his car #besthusbandever

He came home and we just sat there. He held me while I cried. There wasn’t anything else to say. He knew all I needed was for him to be there for me.

I don’t know how long we were there for.

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But hearing those words does something to you. It does something to your heart. It does something to your soul. It does something to your mind. And you just need time to process the news. That’s it.

Honestly, the next few hours and days are really just a blur.

They were filled with phone calls with a breast surgeon, the radiation oncologist, my OB (who called my after hours to talk to me), nurses, a patient nurse navigator, more doctors to get a second opinon, and the list goes on.

Mind you, we have a life. We have two young kids. So how does our life go on when I’m stuck with all these feelings and emotions I’m having. I just need the world to stop for a day or two so I can catch my breath.

But it doesn’t. And I get it.

But I’m pissed y’all. So pissed. You think you’re doing everything you can: eating healthy, using natural cleaning products, natural deodorants. But cancer doesn’t care. Cancer doesn’t care if you’re married. Cancer doesn’t care if you have two kids. Cancer doesn’t care what age you are. Let me say that again.

Photo by Jessica Vaughn, Vaughn Visuals

Cancer doesn’t care what age you are or if you eat organic food or if you use natural home and skincare products.

Right now, I need to concentrate on “kicking cancer’s a**” as everyone keeps telling me.

This is just the first chapter y’all.

And let me say something about community. This community is unapologetically amazing and has blown me away. I have met SO many of you through Instagram who are battling this, who are survivors, who know someone who has gone through this. And every single message has made such an impact on this new journey for me. I can.not.thank.you.enough.

And the flowers. Y’all, the flowers that keep coming are nothing short of breathtaking and a little light in this darkness for me.

You make this crazy-cancer-thing not so crazy.

Make sure to come back for my next post: My Breast Cancer Journey: They Day I Found Out I Had To Have Chemo

If you’ve been recently diagnosed, let me know below or send me an email homegrownhoustonblog@gmail.com. I would love to meet you because you are not meant to do this alone!