Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Breast Cancer Changes Everything

First of all, welcome to my revamped blog! The readership of my little blog has continued to grow (over 3,000 of you read my last post!), so I thought it was time for a fresh new look. I’ve always wanted to name my blog, “Love is in the Details.” I’m such a detail-oriented girl, so I’ve always adored this saying. And it’s so true for me. My love language is found in exhibiting my creativity through the details that make life (family gatherings, events, home design) beautiful. 

As promised, I’m continuing the story of what has happened in my life over the past four years. In my last post, I gave you a real cliffhanger regarding my Dad’s diagnosis and pending surgery. My Dad’s surgery was scheduled for Friday, April 13, 2012. And here’s what happened next…

We all have days in our lives that we will never forget; Days that surprise, delight, shape, rattle, ruin or change our course.  This day for me was April 13, 2012.

It was a beautiful spring morning. My husband had just taken our 9-month old daughter, Caroline, to day care at our church. I would normally be getting ready for work, but that particular Friday, my schedule was just a little off. As I was preparing to leave the house, my mom’s number popped up on my cell phone.

“Mollie,” she said in an exhale. “My doctor just called.”

The week before, when home to Atlanta to celebrate Easter, my mom had casually revealed to me-- in the grocery store parking lot-- that she had a suspicious spot from her annual mammogram that needed to be biopsied. With so much going in the family, we pushed it aside and decided to keep it quiet. We have a big, dramatic Southern family, and we didn’t want to worry anyone.

I prayed everything would be fine. Certainly, God wouldn’t allow my mom to have breast cancer. But I was wrong. I’ll never forget her saying the words. “I have breast cancer.” It’s still clear and fresh in my ears- and my heart.

I don’t remember what I said in response. At some point, I said goodbye and hung up the phone.  Then, I fell to my knees to sob. A busy job, a new baby and, now, my mom has breast cancer.

I repeated His promises, I will never give you more than you can handle. I will never leave you nor forsake you. Like I do when anything worries me, I envisioned Jesus cradling me in his lap. I couldn’t fathom what my mom was feeling.  

I spent the entire morning calling family members, crying, praying and worrying. My mom wasn’t the only one who was diagnosed with breast cancer; we were all diagnosed with breast cancer together. This was a team effort. We were going to go through this, and get through this, together.



Although we faced almost a 2-hour drive between us, I did everything I could to be there for my mom as her fight against breast cancer started.

Her first appointment was the most profound. During this appointment, we learned we were facing two forms of breast cancer- one more invasive. It was stage one, but we needed to be aggressive.  We scheduled the double lumpectomy and left the office in a blur. That night, we went out for Mexican food and a margarita. I needed to keep her smiling. We could do this together.

The first appointment to the oncologist also proved difficult. We sat among bald patients who looked so pale and frail. Many had chemo ports. My mom is sick. BOTH my parents have cancer. This realization hit me like a ton of bricks.




Part II of the story, including my mom’s decision to film her journey, will be shared this weekend. If you’d like to receive my posts, just enter your e-mail address on the right sidebar. It’s all about us girls sharing our struggles and successes in this crazy journey called life!


6 comments:

  1. Mollie, really enjoy reading these posts, very positive, tell Jason to keep tagging them on Facebook ha- Sam Pennel

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  2. I so enjoy reading your blog. I am a 56 year old grandmother ..but, this brings back memories of what I went through in my thirties with my husband's life changing illness and juggling that with small children and a job. Our faith in God carried us through it all! God bless you and your family.

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  3. Mollie - you are an amazing writer. Many of your thoughts echo many of my own! I am looking forward to continuing to read your blog!

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  4. Great story about your life journey...I can relate....was diagnosed w/breast cancer the time as your Mom...I researched every aspect to not have a double mastectomy....my research failed especially since my mother died from breast cancer at the age of 59! Sooo.....came September 2012 I had my surgery....am very happy today with my decision. I can relate very well to your story......look forward to the next chapter/blog. Thanks for sharing! xo Maureen

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  5. I can relate. My sister has stage 3 and I lost my sister in law to Stage 4. Prayers for comfort and healing to u, ur Mom and family!!!

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  6. Mollie, I'm confident ur Mom will b fine and live a long healthy life!!! She has u, a strong positive light in her life!!!

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