November 2015 is a day etched into my mind forever. A half-dozen medical professionals stood over me preparing to break the news. The doctor asked, “is there anyone with you today?“. I do not recall answering. Soon after, my husband joined the onlookers as I laid there exposed. “Jennifer, you have Inflammatory Breast Cancer” nothing else was heard from that point forward–plenty was said.
That was a significant day in my life. Not only was I diagnosed with a terminal illness, I was heard for the very first time. For eleven months I asked questions, I researched, I cried, I sought answers. General practitioners, gynecologists, breast specialists, physical therapists, radiologists, and the list continues. I could hear my body screaming at me but my voice was silent. Then, on that rainy evening in November, when everyone was getting off work, the waiting room in the hospital was empty and the lights had been dimmed, one surgeon heard me. She heard me loud and clear. But, it was too late.
I have spent every waking moment since that evening using my voice. Yes, it started off with anger and fear and thus, a lot of yelling. Oh you could hear me alright.
Recently my journey was aired on channel 8, WFAA news. I was not certain what I would share with Jason Whitely, the reporter. However, soon after I began speaking I realized he is actually LISTENING to me. I could not stop talking. The response has been shocking. Complete strangers are still reaching out with their kind words, prayers and their own fears. My voice is being heard far and wide. It was not until this moment that I felt like I had a voice. It was not until this moment that I found the courage to share my story. Now I can’t stop talking…welcome to my blog.