Through The Power of Soul

It is estimated that 281,550 people will be diagnosed with breast cancer in 2021. On August 6^th, 2021 I became one of them.

I have several close family members who have been diagnosed with breast cancer. Thank G-d, they are all survivors.

For years, my breast health has been watched very carefully by a team of medical experts at Piper Breast Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

Every year for well over a decade, I’ve had a mammogram followed six-months later by a breast MRI. While neither can cure cancer, both are tools that can provide early detection. I am eternally grateful for early detection.

Add to that, I’ve had loads of genetic testing. The results were negative which in this case is positive. Meaning the results did not point toward cancer.

Over the years, I’ve doused myself with doctor prescribed creams, taken a number of supplements, eaten more fruits and veggies than meat, exercised regularly and filled myself up with light nearly every single day.

Despite my diligence, I am on the sad side of a statistic. Thank G-d; the medical community knows so much about turning those with breast cancer into survivors!

You may be wondering where my intuition has been through all of this. The answer is, right by my side.

I had been having a series of odd and ominous visions for months and they always left me feeling foggy.

When in July, I went in for my usual routine MRI, I felt extra nervous. As I approached the check-in desk, I saw my life flashing before me. I remember looking at my husband and saying, “My life is flashing in front me, this can’t be good.”

It wasn’t. The radiologist saw something that was not there six months before.

On August 5^th I had an MRI-guided biopsy.

When the call from the doctor’s office came in late the afternoon of the 6^th, I was in my bedroom talking with my middle son Aaron and husband Jason.

I answered the phone and wasn’t completely surprised when I heard what I dreaded. Words I wish no one ever had to hear. Words that broke my heart, shattered my hope, and changed my life and the lives of the people most dear to me. Moreover, the words matched the pictures I had been seeing on the screen in my head for ten days straight.

A feeling of nausea set in and it still has not completely vacated.

This is all new to me and my family. We have been taking time to process and gather expert medical information. I bounce from tears to anger to a kind of overwhelming fear. A fear I have never experienced before and I have been through my share of big stuff.

Yet the other day I found myself singing and dancing in my car. I am moving forward on this new path.

I will not be working for about six weeks because I’ll be healing from surgery. So if you don’t see a tweet or post for a while, you know why.

At some point, I may be open to advice but that time is not now.

I’m praying for strength and healing. I’m praying for my family; this is incredibly difficult for them. And I am accepting all the good energy that comes my way!

Keep your light bright…I can feel it!