What often goes unseen about metastatic breast cancer is the quiet tension of living between uncertainty and faith.
When I was first diagnosed with triple-negative breast cancer, I believed the hardest part would be getting through treatment and reaching the other side. I was ready to do whatever it took to get my life back.
I endured months of chemotherapy, followed by a double mastectomy, hysterectomy, and reconstruction. When the dust finally settled, I was given the news every cancer patient hopes to hear: a complete response to chemotherapy, clear surgical margins, and no lymph node involvement. I achieved no evidence of disease.
For several months, it felt like the storm had passed. I lived life to its fullest, surrounded by family and friends and embracing a renewed sense of purpose through advocacy.
Little did I know that another storm was quietly building. As part of my surveillance, I underwent a PET scan that revealed numerous nodules in my lungs.
What felt like everything falling apart was, in many ways, everything falling into place.
Living with metastatic breast cancer has deepened my faith in ways I never imagined. I have learned to surrender the future I once tried so hard to control and instead trust that I am in God’s capable hands.
Gifted with the peace that surpasses all understanding.
His will be done.
Living with MBC means ongoing treatment, scans, and living with the reality that this disease is incurable. But what often goes unseen is that many of us are also learning to live with purpose, gratitude, and a deeper understanding of what truly matters.
I trust that God is still writing my story, and that even through this diagnosis, His glory can be revealed.
Through the challenges, through the advocacy, through the moments of courage and vulnerability…I believe there is purpose here.
Cancer may shape my journey, but my story, and its purpose, belong to God. I trust that through it all His glory will be revealed.
