I have a son and a husband. My son is my only child and his 1st response when I told him I had breast cancer was, "Do you need me to come home?" He lives in Florida and was willing to give up his career and return home. I told him to stay there and was prayerful that he could proceed with his day-to-day. I told him he was to continue to focus on him and his life and health. I had a previous surgery where my husband was not a present and/or consistent in his attention and attending to me in the way at which I required. I was so mad at him but at the time, he was opening a mental health clinic.

However, when I relayed I had breast cancer he said, "Let's fix it! Let's find out what needs to be done, and move forward." I was mad at this response because I thought just like a man to say that! I felt is was not a quick fix! Then I had to give him some grace. His mother and sister both succumb to cancer. He shocked me and has been to 90% of my appointments with me. He made adjustments in his schedule. He even records the visits. I stopped doing everything, I mean everything, that he was so used to me doing because it is now my time to get taken care of instead of taking care of everyone else. If I am not well...my household is not well and it is for my supporters to do what is needed so that I can resume to normal activities of life.

Initially, I prayed for God to send people in my life to help me mentally, spiritually, physically, and financially. Guess what? God answered prayers! I had an abundance of family and friends pour into me during my surgery and treatment. They brought food, things such as color by number books, journals, and other things to keep me occupied during my time of recovery. My best friend ordered weekly meals from a meal prep service for 4 weeks after my double mastectomy. I thought positive and never about "what will I do" but "what I need God to do and provide". It all fell right into place.