My best friend from college, Kelly, is a two-time cancer survivor. Breast cancer first struck her at the young age of 31. Kelly was a mom of two small boys and a new missionary in Africa when she discovered a lump. The diagnosis changed the course of her family’s lives, as they had to leave their overseas post and move back to the United States for Kelly’s treatment.
The dreaded disease returned fourteen years later. This time, Kelly faced a much more aggressive treatment regimen, including a mastectomy and chemotherapy. The side effects of chemo decimated her, both physically and emotionally.
In God’s mercy, she eventually recovered and has now been cancer-free for eight years. Nevertheless, she understandably still battles anxiety when it’s time for her periodic checkups. She knows there’s always a chance the doctor could deliver bad news. Continue reading