Y’all be sure to go check our friends out at Rose Metal Works by clicking his logo above. What Sean is doing is amazing and I ask that if y’all wanna help anyone for breast cancer month, please go help his cause. Spreadin’ the Luv
Prayers for you and the family Beth Ward Below is Beth’s Story and how you can help.
Donation PayPal : Seansluv1975@yahoo.com
Everyone I’d like to announce our next recipient of Spreadin’ the Luv . It is a fundraiser to help someone in need fighting Breast cancer . Everyone please take a minute learn about our friend Beth Ward . I will continue to make my panels to raise money , along with taking any donations to help her fight . Please read and share as much as possible!
🎀Beth Ward, 37🎀
(Children)
Taylor, 12
Danny, 8
Sydney, 7
( Medical diagnosis )
Stage 3B Triple Negative Invasive Ductal Carcinoma (Breast Cancer)
Here is Beth’s journey and fight .
I had a mammogram done in May 2019, to use as a baseline for the future due to family history. It came back perfectly clean, clear, and normal.
In January 2020, I felt a lump in my right breast and made an appointment to have it checked. They did a mammogram and ultrasound, and then a biopsy.
January 22, 2020 is a day I’ll never forget. I was at work and received the call from the breast specialist. She told me that my biopsy results came back abnormal and wanted to set up a time for me to come into the office to go over everything. I couldn’t wait, I wanted to know exactly what I was facing right then, and she read me my results over the phone. Stage 3B Triple Negative Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. My tumor was more than half the size of a golf ball. In just 8 months, I had gone from a clean scan to having Stage 3 cancer at only 37 years old.
Chemo was started right away. My doctor didn’t want to waste any time with how fast and aggressively my tumor had grown. February 7 was my first of 16 chemo treatments.
For the next 5 months, I had so many medications and steroids pumped into my body. Some days were hard, some days were ok. And every time I say in that chair to receive my treatment, I sat there alone. Because of COVID, no one was allowed to come to any appointments or treatments with me. That was the hardest part. June 26 was my last treatment…..I did it. I walked out of the clinic holding my bald head a little higher that day.
I had decided shortly after my diagnosis that I was going to have a double mastectomy with reconstruction. Triple Negative BC has the highest recurrence rate, and is the most aggressive of all types of BC. It is also the hardest to treat because it does not respond to any type of hormone therapy. The decision to take away such an intimate part of my body was not an easy one to make, but I knew it was the smartest. I did not want to have to look into the eyes of my children ever again and tell them that momma’s cancer came back.
Being a single mom and sole provider of 3 kids is not easy, even when life is ‘normal’. Throwing cancer into the mix doesn’t make things any easier. I have tried so hard to make sure that things stay the same for my babies, who are 7, 8, and 12. I didn’t want their life turned upside down. I smiled for them when my body hurt. I laughed with them when I felt sick to my stomach. I danced in the kitchen with them when my body and soul were tired. I never wanted them to see me any differently than they had their whole lives. I stayed strong not for myself, but for my children.
July 22, I had my double mastectomy. My margins came back clean from the tissue they removed, meaning that they got all of the cancer cells. I did it…..I won this round. The only work that I missed throughout this whole thing, was to recover after my surgery. I was bandaged and wrapped, full of stitches and drainage tubes for 4 weeks. My recovery process was going pretty smooth. The mental and emotional aspect is the hardest part I’m dealing with right now. I landed myself in the hospital last Wednesday for 4 days. My original incision on my left breast became infected. I lost my tissue expander on the left side.
I’ve had a total of 4 surgeries so far this year, and my journey is no where near over. I just look at every day one tomorrow at a time.