Share Your Story: Edith White
Breast Cancer Story
You don’t appreciate what you have until you lose it.
Almost 12 years ago (November 4th, 1997) I was diagnosed with breast cancer. The doctors and staff at Credit Valley Hospital were the best one could ask for and made the ordeal more bearable.
I have learned that talking about your concerns is a good thing. I kept looking at my left nipple and didn’t like the way it was “drooping” so I mentioned it to one of my nieces and she said I should get it checked out. Thank the Lord I did!
I had an ultrasound and my doctor, at the time, said the result was “positive” as in “I’m ok", but I didn’t think it was normal to have a “droopy” nipple so I said I wanted to have it checked out further. Of course, when they did the biopsy I got a call at work telling me I had cancer.
As far as I knew, nobody in my family had had cancer. As a matter of fact, I didn’t know much about cancer, breast or otherwise, until I was diagnosed. Now every second person, family and friends, are battling or have battled this monster that’s trying to eradicate us.
Learning that I had cancer didn’t really upset me as much as when they told me I had to have chemo. That threw me over the edge, but with my family and friends supporting me, I got through six months of chemo and I’m here to tell my story and, with the grace of God, will walk September 2010.
For me, talking about it was my therapy and a lot of my family and friends appreciated my openness and commented that it made it less frightening. Those who have been diagnosed since I went through my treatment have told me that they use me as an example. If I could go through it and be ok, so can they.
You know your body, so if something doesn’t seem right, check it out until you are ok with the results. I could have trusted my doctor and gone home, thinking that I was fine, but I would likely not be here today telling you about my experience.
My ordeal is now a distant memory and whenever I complain about missing my little breast my daughter reminds me that it’s a small (pun intended:) price to pay for my life.
Life is beautiful and I’m loving it!
- Edith White