I discovered a lump in my left breast on 2 September 2019. I was only 37 years of age at that time. My parents told me that it should not be a cause for worry and that I need not go for checks, but in my heart, I knew I had to go. I thank God for guiding my hand to feel the lump and for His prompting to take action.
After being referred to a senior breast surgeon at SGH, I was immediately sent for an urgent ultrasound and mammogram. Based on the scan results, the surgeon gave a grim report, saying that based on his experience, it was a 75 – 90% chance that the lump was cancerous. This took place on 10 September 2019. It was a date I could never forget because it fell on my mother’s birthday. When I went home to break the news to my family, our hearts were heavy with worry and anxiety. No words can ever express the roller coaster of emotions at that time. My parents, aunties and I gathered together and took turns to pray. We had never done this as a family before.
A biopsy date was scheduled. Before the results of the biopsy, my mind was in great turmoil, the battlefield of God’s voice and lies from the evil one was very real. Never did I ever imagine I would have to go through this journey when all I had ever heard were stories about others getting cancer. The biopsy report showed that indeed the left breast lump was cancerous, and the cancer had spread to the lymph nodes in my left armpit. Between the revelation of the biopsy results and waiting for a major 10-hour surgery involving reconstruction, I lived like a zombie. I could not function at work and suffered from insomnia. I prayed for a miracle, but it was more like an act of desperation. I knew I had robbed God of His time when I squandered the years I had. I was far from Him and let work, fulfilling personal pleasures, and other worldly affairs run my life. The recovery from the surgery was arduous and a test of my faith in God. I literally could not sleep for the 8 days I was warded. I suffered from the side effects of anesthesia and had difficulty swallowing and breathing after surgery because the breathing tube had been in my throat for 10-12 hours.
On Day 2 of being warded, I remembered that in my drunken stupor having slept next to nothing, I cried out to God and said, “Lord, please help me. Only You can help me.” The doctor came soon after and gave me permission to sit up. I instantly could breathe better though I still needed to be on a drip and not being able to swallow well. To be able to do the very thing many of us have taken for granted, breathing, I can only praise God for His grace and mercy. It took me 7 months to complete surgery, chemotherapy, and radiotherapy. And the rest is history.
It is an understatement to say that this journey has not been easy, but it was when I walked through this valley that I met with God and returned to Him, my first love. I would not exchange this experience for anything else in the world. All that must be remembered through the trials and temptations is the never-failing love that God has for all mankind, His beloved creation. My purpose in sharing my testimony is to attest to the truth of who God is. This is what I’ve learned and relearnt about God in this season of my life.
A follow-up mammogram and ultrasound results declare that I am now cancer-free! Hallelujah! God has healed me progressively. All glory and honour belong to our Almighty Father who is in heaven. Amen!