I have been using this platform on and off for the past five months. And while it’s been great reading other people’s personal stories, I figured it’s about damn time I shared my own.
Today marks my 41st trip around the sun, and it feels incredible to reach this milestone. Not that long ago, I received a death sentence where doctors told me it surprised them I was even still standing. It sounds harsh, but the reality was I ignored signs that my health was in jeopardy and sought medical attention when it was almost too late.
It all started with a cyst on my ovary. Most women get them; they’re usually benign and no big deal. However, this cyst turned out to be a huge deal. It was growing so much that it started pushing my uterus and bladder out of the way to make room for itself. I was in severe pain.
My only options were surgery or to live with the pain. I reluctantly chose surgery, which meant removing the cyst and the ovary it inhabited. Figuring the worst was over, I gave thanks to the Most High and spent the recommended six weeks in recovery.
Unfortunately, my nightmare was only beginning. After testing the cyst, the doctors determined it was malignant and suggested I may have lingering cancer cells inside of me. My response was to get a second opinion. But when the second opinion appeared precisely like the first, I let fear take over and went…
