It’s Breast Cancer Month – and every year at this time I remember my own story of the battle with breast cancer. It was in October of 2002 that I discovered a lump in my breast that led to a battle that thankfully, with God’s help, I won. People may get tired of hearing my story, but I will never get tired of being grateful to be alive – now celebrating 18 years cancer free. And a reminder to all my female readers: do a monthly breast exam.
In November 2001 my husband and I moved into our new home. It had no trees or flowers anywhere on the property. In the backyard, a deck opened onto an above ground swimming pool. The backyard was ugly and hot with lots of concrete and rock around the pool. Two metal sheds sat on large slabs of concrete. My husband, who loves flowers and trees wanted to get rid of the pool. But I wanted to try to learn to swim so I convinced him to keep the pool for our first summer in the house.
The next summer I was only in the pool three or four times because every evening when I came home from work all I wanted to do was just lie down. I was constantly exhausted.
In November 2002 we discovered why I was feeling so badly. After a visit to the doctor and then…
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Aw that’s such a sweet thought – your hubby planting trees for your years. 💗
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Yes – I have a sweet husband!
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Wonderful, loving husband and gorgeous plants.
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Thank you!
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Here’s to 18 years! And I remember when you originally posted those garden pics! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Blessings on you both!
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Wonderful! Great for being a survivor! Lost my Mom to breast cancer in 2008. Every October, I wear pink for the entire month, either my top or blouse, pants – pink in some way shape or form. It’s a little thing, a little gesture…
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So sorry your Mom lost that battle. I sometimes feel a little guilty that I survived when others did not and hesitate even sharing my story. But I think maybe my story will give hope to someone fighting the battle. I often wonder why I survived – but try each day to make my life count to help others. Yes – wear the pink – it is not a little gesture – it is a gesture of love!
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