My name is Faith, and this is a raw, honest account of my life since receiving a breast cancer diagnosis. It's a journey I never asked for, but one I'm determined to navigate with courage and transparency.
Here, you'll find my thoughts, fears, tears, and moments of unexpected joy as I move through discussions with doctors, treatment decisions, and the daily realities of living with cancer. This space is for me and for anyone who might find solace or understanding in my experience.
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This week has been exceptionally hard. I have recently discovered that I experience severe, uncontrollable anxiety when I go out in public alone. I break out in a sweat, my hands start to shake, and my mind races at 1,000 MPH—it feels exactly like what I imagine an out-of-control freight train would be. Because of this, I'm so sorry I am late getting this update out to you all.
Bubbles and Batches Gone Wrong
This week was full of appointments.
This week was relatively quiet.
So, Monday was Labor Day.
Woof-da, it’s been a minute since my last note to you.
This past week, I've been planning.
I feel dirty.
I am a 54-year-old woman who was diagnosed with bilateral breast cancer.
This week was full of tears, frustration, fear, and—somehow—some really good news.
People keep asking me how I'm doing.
There are moments in life that divide your story into before and after.