Stage I

I had a premonition one night. The voice awoke me from deep sleep "you have cancer", it said. Timing was inconvenient; my plate was already full. My father was dying. My mother was grieving. My work was new and demanding. Our family calendar had little blank space to fill. There was no time for cancer. Three months afterward the radiologist said, "now, not later'. A whirlwind ensued, time was carved out for procedures, surgeries, and treatments. Friends and neighbors rallied around our family with abundant supportive care. My body soon mapped evidence of the enemy I conquered. I detail my journey, encourage other pink sisters. I wear a badge of honor. I am a survivor!