Still standing through the breast cancer storm


In honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, businesses, sports organizations, schools and places of worship honor survivors and call for treatment.

However, for countless women around the world and I, it’s over 31 days of wearing pink ribbons, 3K events, and fundraising.

Let’s not forget the men who survived breast cancer.

October has the same appeal as any other time on the calendar when you are a survivor of this disease.

Designating this month just gives a greater platform to share a testimony of prayer, faith and deliverance.

“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the chastisement that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we were healed.” – Isaiah 53: 5 NIV

Jesus’ wounds on the cross healed me of a stage 3b breast cancer diagnosis. The tumor cells were found in my left breast.

It was in September 2010.

One of the many things I love about the Holy Ghost is that it gives us wisdom and insight. I first noticed that something was wrong earlier that summer.

This is why I strongly advise that individuals be advocates for their health care.

The doctor’s report just confirmed these feelings.

All of this happened during a period of transition in my life.

My husband and I were just dating. I was a single mother with three children. I was working as a temp and had no health insurance.

Here I was at the center of a huge storm. However, Jesus spoke to the stormy waves and told them to behave. Suddenly, transcendent peace came over me.

I firmly believed that the Lord kept me in the palms of his hands.

Surgery, chemotherapy and radiation therapy were part of the healing process. And through each event, I approached with a heart of praise.

Doctors, nurses, other patients, relatives and friends were amazed by my good mood.

Once during a chemotherapy treatment, a patient questioned the sincerity of my atmosphere. I kept the faith, smiled and let him know, “God has it.

I shaved my head before losing it to the chemo. It was my way of letting the enemy know that I am not my hair. I am a child of the highest king.

Fast forward to today, and I’m still standing on the word of God.

It’s been 11 years, 132 months, 4,015 days, 96,360 hours and 5,781,600 minutes of cancer-free life.

Hallelujah and amen.

I’m grateful he made me a ship. My life is devoted to praising his name and sharing the good news with the world.

Over the past decade, I have met a lot of survivors with interesting stories. We have some similarities, but we are not a unique group.

Even though we have been stricken with an illness, we are not our diagnosis.

This testimony does not concern me. To God be the glory, it is to give hope to anyone who is going through trials.

But in this Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I especially want to uplift women and men at the start, middle or end of treatment.

To those who mark a year or 20 years of survival, keep going.

“See it as pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of all kinds, for you know that the trial of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you be ripe and complete, lacking nothing. ” James 1: 2-4 VIN

Lequita Sharrock is CEO of Sharrock Media Group and founder of the nonprofit Beyond The Booth, Inc. She hosts a bimonthly non-denominational podcast called UnStoppable with Lequita Sharrock. She can be reached at [email protected]

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