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A Breast Cancer Survivor’s Story: Barbara Hampton
As Told to Carla Yvette
It is hard to imagine what
women who are diagnosed with breast cancer go through.
It is my hope
that those facing this diagnosis will find comfort,
encouragement and inspiration from others who've been
through it . . . and survived.
Barbie’s Journey:
In December 2008, I went
for my first mammogram and there were no concerns. But only
three weeks later, during my own self-examination, I
discovered a lump. I went to bed knowing it wouldn’t be
there the next day; however, when I awoke, the lump was
still there. An immediate call to the doctor’s office was
the beginning of the next 18-month journey of tears, fear,
anger and treatments.
My doctor confirmed
myself-diagnosis of the lump and set up an appointment for a
biopsy to be performed within the next few days. When I left
the hospital on Wednesday, I was advised that I would
receive the results by that following Monday. However, my
heart sank when my phone rang on Friday hearing the doctor
on the other end informing me that my results were back and
they requested I come to the office on Monday…..and bring a
family member.
In a time of disbelief,
nervousness, uncertainty my heart sank further, and I
started to cry. My co-workers took over my work, helping me
to get on my way. On January 12, 2009, I was given my
diagnosis of breast cancer with my mother and sister at my
side. This, of course, was devastating news.
Cancer doesn’t run in my
family, so I didn’t know what to expect. The doctors
passionately assisted me through my journey. February 13,
2009 was the date of my surgery to remove my lump.
The day before the
operation, I attended church with my two daughters.
Astonishingly, the service was about “NO FEAR.” I felt as if
the pastor was talking directly to me. I awoke the next day
to prepare for my surgery and realized I wasn’t afraid. I
had no fear and was finally ready to fight this cancer.
Going through
chemotherapy, radiation and losing my hair was the toughest
time that I had to endure. My mother reminded me often that
I was strong and I could, and would, survive this. At one
point, I did experience a scare during my radiation
treatment. I felt like I was having a heart attack.
After spending a week
going through many tests, I was finally released on the
Friday before the Susan Komen Walk for the Cure. I was
determined to participate that Sunday. Since, I had just
gotten out of the hospital, I was asked to ride in the
trolley that started the race off. The experience was so
overwhelmingly emotional that I will never forget that
feeling. With God’s help and prayer, I made it through. I AM
A SURVIVOR!
I would like to thank my
family, friends and co-workers that supported me and
continue to do so every single day. Special thank you to my
daughter Shayla, who was on my side every minute of the day. |
