One Tuesday evening in One Tuesday evening in  February of 2014 like any other in Miami Florida. Hot and sticky, I showered dry myself and  began my normal Self examination of my breast. A routine I have been doing for over thirty years after a close friend died from breast cancer.  As usual, I allowed my hand to move deliberately and slowly over my breast with confidence as I felt assured that the result would be the same. Nothing New would be discovered.  Imagine my shock when my hand passed over a obvious mass in my right breast. The mass felt like pieces of rocks. My hand froze over the mass and I began to break out in a sweat, not a sweat from the Miami heat, but the cold sweat of fear. Thus, I began the longest night of my life. I had to wait until morning comes, before I could call my doctor, or anyone else for the matter. In the meantime sleep would not come. I prayed and cried throughout the night Finding hope and faith from my strong belief in God.

 Action – Prognosis and Outcome

   The next day, I found new strength from the night before, and I  took my first  step to combat this evil Monster inside my breast.  Sometime later on, I arrived at Aventura Hospital where a mammogram was performed. I was then asked to bring in a copy of my last mammogram from when it was last done. The very next day I was on it.  after analysing the the record, I was told this was not a new finding. however it was NEW News to me. My doctor ordered a battery of tests after he confirmed the mass after his examination of my breast.   The tests include sonograms, biopsies, blood tests  and numerous laboratory tests, all of which confirmed Cancer. By then my  cancer was at stage 2 and learning that it was the aggressive type only worsened  my fear. It was  the type known as HR2 positive. This means that I needed a targeted treatment to fix me. My first rounds of treatment was the  NeoAdjuvant chemotherapy, this was a shock to my entire system and my psyche. The day after my first rounds of chemotherapy, I found my hair on my pillow when I woke up. You can not imagine the shock and awe that passed through me, as I stared down at my beautiful hair laying on the pillow. My balding head was now a mass of pain and soreness. I loss my finger nails my toe nails, and my face swelled up like a balloon as a result of the chemo. To combat the pain I had to take several kinds of painkillers, because none of them was working for me anymore.  I had become  tolerable to the med. On top of that, I develop a massive blood clot in my neck and in the brachiocephalic, this is an artery  that supplies blood to the right arm the head and the neck, and it was in that same area where the chemo port was placed.  Much confusion existed during my chemo treatment. The port which send the med through my vein in my chest, had to be changed several times due to infections and the fact that the port kept moving within my chest walls. The pain was just unbearably Hellish pains.  As if that was not bad enough, I had to take a blood thinner called Lovenox. It is an anticoagulant that is used to treat and prevent certain type of blood clot called  deep vein thrombosis (DVT), and could lead to (pulmonary embolism) blood clot in the lungs. One of the most baffling and frustrated thing I had to do during this crucial time in my struggle was that I had to administered this drug to myself using an hypodermic needle. The whole process was pure sufferation, comfort could not be found. I could not eat or swallow. I could not  taste or smell  my food or anything, I could not sleep. I could not process a clear thought.  But somehow I was able to pray. In those very moments, all I did was ask God to help me survive.  Through all of that I found new strength, I also found new friends. Thanks to Russell Hughes and his connections with Mrs,Carolyn Lewis, who had gone through cancer treatment herself. I thank all the people involved in my treatment and my caring. Today marks two years from that faithful February day in 2014. I am alive and for that I thank God. I must say that prayer works, but it also takes medical intervention for which I am also grateful. The cancer no longer need the aggressive treatment that I had in the beginning, and I continue to take medication to keep the cancer cells at bay. I am not sure when Normality will return in my life, but I am taking it one minute one hour and  one day at a time. My name is  Janet D. Hall. For any further information, I can be contacted at (786) 4198345  Thank you.