Marcia Higbee never thought she would get breast cancer. For ten years Marcia hadn't had a mammogram. When she realized that it had been so long since her last screening, she went for one in October 2009. The results of the mammogram revealed there was something suspicious. After a second mammogram and a biopsy, it was proved that Marcia had cancer in her left breast. Her surgeon told her she would have to undergo surgery followed by seven weeks of radiation treatment. Marcia was in shock. As she returned to her car she thought "This could not be happening to me. This is a bad dream and I will eventually wake up." Marcia and her husband Bill have been Christians over twenty five years. When she got hoem, theyt began to pray together. As they prayed, her fear was cast down and her faith built up. Every morning they prayed in the name of Jesus against the cancer cells. They commanded the cancer cells to shrink and die in Jesus' name. Before the surgery, Marcia had a dream in which she was lying on the operating table with her surgeon standing over her. Behind the surgeon was Jesus with His hand around the surgeon's shoulder. Later she told the surgeon about the dream. He was surprised because another patient had given him a painting which showed the same picture. Following surgery, Marcia went to the oncologist to learn of the results of the surgery. He was baffled because Marcia's tumor at surgery was only one quarter the size it was at the biopsy. He couldn't explain the cause for the tumor's dramatic decrease in size, but Marcia knew exactly why. "The name of Jesus shrank the tumor according to the way we prayed! Now when Marcia goes to the grocery store or does other shopping and sees another woman wearing pink, she talks to this person. " I tell her what God did for me and He will do the same for her. What the devil meant for bad, God can turn for good."
I use to think a "Breast cancer survivor" meant a woman who had breast cancer and did not die from it. Boy was I wrong! "Survivor" doesn't give justice to what it is we really overcome. It's more than just "not dying" it's about surviving the mental abuse that cancer will put you through everyday,it's about surviving the emotional abuse that cancer will make sure you endure day in and day out, it's about surviving while everything you know about yourself is know longer their and you have to figure out who the new you is, it's about surviving through every surgery that is slowly taking away bits and pieces of your body, some having their breast removed, ovaries removed and put on hormone therapy to stop the estrogen in which fuels their cancer, leaving them with the question" if you take all of that, what says I'm a woman?" Being a survivor is the moment we are handed the pen in which our oncologist gives us and we place our signature before we are given chemotherapy saying that we understand that chemo will kill some of us. For me Being a breast cancer survivor may not have anything to do with whether I survive or not but more about because of the fight in which I'm fighting today hopefully gives my children and your children a chance to never have to try and survive through breast cancer because we already fought the fight for them
On July 9th, it will be 3 years since my last chemo. How time has flown! For those of you fighting the fight, please know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel - you simply have to flick it on! Never lose hope and surround yourself with positive energy! Discard all the negative! You have enough going on! Focus on you and winning your battle. No one else can do it for you. One day at a time. You can do it!! 💕
I last posted almost a year ago, when my cancer came back for the third time. Since then I have had a double mastectomy, and am waiting for my gene testing to see if they want to do a hysterectomy. Guess what!!!!!! I am flat and fabulous!!!!!! A few extra lumps and bumps (dog ears).......BUT NO CANCER!!!!!! Oh I know it can still come back, but I live for now! Once Again ladies.....MAMMOGRAMS, MAMMOGRAMS, MAMMOGRAMS!!!!!! All three of mine were detected through my mammograms, and all three were small. Two were invasive, but luckily not in the lymph nodes. I live for my 4 children, 4 grandkids, wonderful husband, 2 dogs, and to share my experience with anyone who wants to listen, in the hopes it will help even one person.
I wrote 5 years ago my story (which I can't seem to find on here). My journey was filled with miracles. My life has been blessed. My diagnosis was a Stage 3..and through the great blessings of my Father in Heaven...had been downgraded to a Stage 2. Only through the great love that my Father in Heaven has for me - great faith and trust - and the love and support of my family - I am here today! Six beautiful children, eight wonderful grandchildren. I feel healthy, strong and ready to take on the world. Don't give up.
Meaningful Ink Sisters We chose to be Ink Sisters after life made us Pink Sisters. Allow me to introduce my Pink Sister, Ink Sister, Robin. We have been friends for 20+ years. Our daughter's grew up together and were good friends. During my breast cancer diagnosis, Robin took my youngest daughter with her family to visit Washington, DC which really helped my daughter get away from the whole cancer environment and have meaningful time with friends. Now, Robin and I are Pink Sisters. She was diagnosed with breast cancer three years after my diagnosis. We chose to become Ink Sisters. Robin volunteered to go on this adventure with me. She got this beautiful tattoo on her calf because her prayer through her treatment was and continues to be: To Walk In Faith. Robin is a five year cancer survivor. My tattoo is special because it represents overcoming breast cancer. I designed this tattoo to include the word Hope. The most important part of my tattoo is that little word hope. Do you see the cute little legs on each side of the H and that special e as the last letter? I love that about my tattoo because it is my five year old granddaughters handwriting. Therefore, it is so special. Every imperfect line of the e is perfect to me. Every time I look down at my wrist, I'm reminded that I am an eight year cancer survivor. I am also reminded that this is a mark I chose to put on my body and that I am a warrior.
7 years ago my Apache use to nip my right breast, same spot. Then she jumps up hits it. That evening I showered and checked my breast. There was a lump. Had a lumectomy. Then breast removed. Been cancer free 7 years. But the one that saved my life passed on.on Wednesday 11 2017, my baby had to be put down. She save my life. Love her and having a hard time. O and have to pay $290.00 to put her down.
My soul sisters. We are not connected by blood but by energy and essence. You bring unconditional love and support at the perfect times and understand and share the same mission and purpose. For you I am grateful - We are the Soul Sisters Tribe. - Fab Marie I have been blessed to have built an inner tribe of woman who not only support me but support each other. We are all from different backgrounds, upbringings, and adversities. We all have our own struggles and fight but we all share the love and respect for each individual person. The battles we face collectively would make anyones head spin, but the journey we have taken together is nothing short of divine intervention. We have been brought into each others lives for a purpose. Whether that purpose is to teach us, to guide us, or to show us. Some women are lost in the fire this tribe of amazing women has been built from. Fabulously Fighting is not just a name, it is a way of life and has a core belief that facing adversity can be down right shitty, but your life doesn't have to be. The Tribe of Fabulous Fighters has many different faces. Faces of those who have gone through hell and back, those who are fighting like hell right now, and those who are supporting someone fighting. No matter who you are, we are in this together, no one fights alone. Fabulous Fighters have fought a thousand battles and are still standing, cried a thousand tears but still smiling, have been broken, betrayed, abandoned, and rejected. We walk with our heads held high, laugh loudly, and proudly. We are Fierce, we are Fabulous, and we are Fighters. “You are my people. This is where life is LIVED. These are the moments, the people that make life worth living. These are the people who make life beautiful. These are my people. THIS is my tribe.” -unknown
On December of 2014 I had my yearly gynecological exam with a new doctor. She found a lump in my left breast, but I wasn't alarmed because in the past I had experienced several benign cysts in both breasts. The doctor ordered a diagnostic mammogram for December 15. The day of the mammogram, the radiology doctor looked at the films and wanted an ultrasound on the spot. That was the first time I felt fear that this could be serious. After the ultrasound, a biopsy was ordered and on the last day of December 2014 I got the call no woman ever wants to receive. I was told by the surgeon that the tumor was cancer, but since it was small, he didn't think it had gone into my lymph nodes. I had a lumpectomy on January 12, 2015 and unfortunately they found cancer in my lymph nodes, and they removed 10 nodes. I truly felt like I was in the midst of someone else's bad dream, and I couldn't wake up. My final diagnosis was Invasive Ductal Carcinoma Stage 2A, Hormone Receptor-positive, and HER2-negative. I had 4 rounds of chemo and 36 rounds of radiation, and I'm now on Femara for 10 years. I just had a bone scan and PET scan and got the results NED – no evidence of disease! I'm grateful beyond measure to God for his protection and faithfulness to me through all of this, to my oldest daughter who held my hand on the journey, to my youngest daughter who prayed daily for me, and to all my family and friends who encouraged me along the way. I'm so thankful for my life.
I have submitted several stories about me being a breast cancer survivor I would like to share one more story
about 8 days ago I had a great niece to get married and I went to her wedding and had a fantastic time my point is for those just diagnosed is to dance even if it is in the privacy of your own home dancing has made me feel younger that I actually am, my actual age is 66 but when I am dancing I feel like a teenager again even though it has been 20 years almost since I was first diagnosed with breast cancer stage two.