Today’s brave story is from a friend that I have known a very long time. She has a beautiful and huge family who, though they didn’t know it, partially influenced my desire for a large family. Cassie and her siblings have been through many trials together and are now on the adult side of life, living for Jesus. I hope you are encouraged by her story!
Stories from Houston
Bravery was not the word that came to mind when I heard that I had melanoma. I was shocked and really unsure of what was going to happen. It was my first trip ever to the dermatologist, but that was my result: melanoma on my chest. I was told that I had to go to a plastic surgeon for surgery the next week.
I went to the consultation not really knowing what to expect, and when I learned that I was going to have a three-inch incision plus all the tissue taken for an inch radius around and under the spot, I was scared. Scared of what it would look like, what the surgery would feel like with only local anesthesia, and what the healing process would be. Looking back it seems like it all happened so quickly, but while I was going through it I felt the emotional side of it all very poignantly.
My sweet then-boyfriend, now-fiancé, Levi, was very supportive and joined me in prayer for peace for my spirit. Several of my close friends and family knew about it and were praying, as were people I did not even know from Levi’s college. God gave me a peace about the whole thing that I never expected, and I walked into the surgery feeling very brave and thankful to God for the support and love He had surrounded me with.
The surgery itself was very stressful, as I could feel the surgeon working on me and… it was bad. I was very glad to be done with it, though I did not feel that I could rest easy just yet. You see, I had another spot in the same area that the surgeon thought I should get biopsied to be sure it was not melanoma as well. So I scheduled another appointment with the dermatologist and sure enough, she saw it and thought it needed to be checked.
I waited for almost a week expecting a call, when finally I received a letter in the mail saying it was a dysplastic nevus. Not a regular spot, but not melanoma either. For now, nothing further is required. I have to go back to the dermatologist every three months for a year to get checked over to make sure it does not show up somewhere else, but for now, I’m cancer-free.
I’m still dealing with the feeling of loss, but I have an amazing fiancé who is quick to assure me of his love for me even with scars and such. God is a good God, and I’m thankful for His unfailing faithfulness to me. Proverbs 31:25 was a focus for me during a time God asked me to be brave, and it’s worth sharing: “She is clothed in strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.”