Hi there, I’m Jenny.

My breast cancer journey began 15 years ago when I was 47. Honestly, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had always known it was a possibility (my mom had gone through it twice) and survived. Even staying on top of my checkups couldn’t fully prepare me for that moment. What helped me the most was having my mom by my side. She was the only one who truly understood what I was going through, and she became my rock. At the time, my daughter was only 9 years old, and one of my biggest fears was that she might have to grow up without me. I remember how sick I got after my first chemo session-I was ready to give up. But my mom talked me through it and reminded me that the little girl I had prayed so hard for was the very reason I had to keep fighting. Her words and her prayers carried me through that year of treatment. 

Now, 15 years later, I’m grateful to say I’ve been breast cancer free. But the journey didn’t stop there. About six years ago, I was diagnosed with kidney cancer. Thankfully, the tumor was removed without the need for chemo, and I didn’t lose my kidney. That experience reminded me again how fragile life can be, but also how strong we really are when we have hope and support. Through it all, I’ve learned so much about myself: I am resilient, I am fierce, and I’m stronger than I ever thought possible. Most of all, I remain hopeful that one day there will be a cure, and that sharing stories like mine can help others feel a little less alone. 

My name is Tina, and this is my journey. 

I first discovered a lump in my breast in my early 50s. It was one of those moments that stops time. I went in for a biopsy; I was uncertain, overwhelmed, and afraid of what might come next.  But strangely, I wasn’t afraid. I remember talking to my mother, and her words still echo in my heart: "You don’t have cancer. You’re going to live. You’re not going to die." 

At the time, I wasn’t yet deeply rooted in my faith, but her belief in my healing gave me strength. When I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I made the personal decision not to undergo chemotherapy. And by the grace of God, I went into remission. That experience changed me. It made me stronger and gave me a new perspective on life. 

Years later, the cancer returned. This time, I chose a different path. I went through chemotherapy, and eventually, I had a double mastectomy. It wasn’t easy. But it opened my eyes even more to how precious every moment is. 

Today, I am cancer-free and in remission. I leaned on my faith, I trusted God, and I’m still here. 

Breast cancer shaped my story however; it did not define it. I share this to remind others that there is always hope, even in the hardest moments. And that love, faith, and strength can carry you through more than you ever thought possible.