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The next phase , was telling people . which is something I dreaded yet at the same time knew needed to be done.
I cringed at the idea of the pitying looks ,condolences and imagining the news fly like wildfire throughout our community , being the topic of coffee break klatches and such like , yet I knew that in order to fight this battle, I needed the support and prayers of people. This is not a battle to march into on your own .And I was determined to fight with every arsenal available .
The following is the text message that I sent out to friends and extended family...
Update:Good news is lump is out,
bad news is , some of it was malignant
will need further surgery and than some
radiation. Please keep all of us in your prayers
especially our dear kiddos, as we go thru this
part of the journey , God has planned for us.
That Sunday morning , M announced my diagnosis during prayer request time at our church. I could basically feel the shock reverberate through the church , as there were only a small number that knew about my results from Friday. Most if not all of the ladies knew that I had a lump, But with my biopsy surgery rescheduled on short notice and not having our normal Sunday School the Sunday before, there were few that knew I had the surgery.
As we divided into our prayer groups , I was so totally blessed by the love, support,concern from the group I was in. It really helped to be able to discuss the circumstances, and also to joke around a bit .
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| Beautiful roses from my dear hubby, note my puffy , swelled face, I have no idea why , but all throughout my surgeries and treatment I was swollen and puffy, blech. |
| My dear friend Rene, who is like the sister I never had . Little Miss B is with us, while hubby gallantly shot some pics . |
| Gorgeous flowers from Rene |
| Sunday morn haircombing, even in the midst of diagnosis, life goes on as usual when you have a family. |
| I couldn't hold/hug/squeeze my kiddos enough that first weekend. (This pic was taken 6 days after surgery, and not quite 48 hours after receiving the shocking news) |
| Our four firemen |
| The man of the house w the kiddos , think they might have been watching the chicken being bbq'ed |