It was September 1, 2002. Not only was it my first wedding anniversary, but it was also the weekend I moved to Oklahoma City from Dallas. My husband, Steve, and I were embarking on a new season of life. We were both eager to see what God had in store. Steve had gotten a transitional job at a local car dealership, and I was hired to work at a local church. Everything seemed to be moving along nicely. We were really settling into living in Oklahoma.
Around January 2003, I was getting ready for work one morning, and I did a breast self-exam in the shower. I had been doing self-exams since I was eighteen because that’s what my doctor had encouraged me to do. She wanted me to know what my tissue felt like, so I would know if there were any changes as I got older. I thought I felt something on my right breast but wasn’t sure. I figured it was nothing since I was so young... after all, I was only twenty-five.
A couple of months went by, and I noticed the lump was beginning to grow. It was time for my annual visit to the gynecologist, so I scheduled an appointment with a doctor a friend had recommended.