“I didn’t check any of the boxes. I was 27, no family history, didn’t smoke or drink. Every doctor told me I was probably fine. But something in me said, ‘This isn’t normal.’ So I kept pushing. Even during the biopsy, I almost backed out—but one of the nurses advocated for me. And it came back as cancer. It changed everything. And I’m just so thankful I had faith—and my church family—because if I hadn’t, I think I would’ve unraveled.”

“God showed up in so many ways. My best friend is my doctor—and also the wife of my pastor. She went above and beyond. Reached out to colleagues. Reviewed my labs. Prayed. And my church—wow. They flooded us with support. Meals, finances, encouragement.

Even my new job was God’s timing. I almost didn’t take it. But after my diagnosis, my coworkers donated their vacation and sick hours to me. They gave financially. Let me work from home. I felt so supported. God placed me there, no question.

And now? My dad—who didn’t understand my faith—started going to church. My sister too. God used all of it.”

“Come and hear, all you who fear God, and I will tell what He has done for my soul.” —Psalm 66:16

“Be still and know that I am God.” —Psalm 46:10

“The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.” —Proverbs 16:9

“I had scriptures everywhere—on light switches, the mirror, by the door. Whenever I’d think What if the treatment doesn’t work? What if something happens during surgery?—I’d read them out loud. It reminded me: God is in control. He has the last say.”

“After treatment, there was stillness—and that’s when I really went deeper with God. I had to sit with emotions I’d been pushing down, especially body image after my mastectomy.

I started a Bible recap plan—I’m 167 days in! I read daily, pray, listen to worship, and journal. I even gave up secular music because worship songs are just Scripture sung back to God.

I also treat my time with God like coffee with a friend. I thank Him at the end. No rushing. No distractions. Just being fully present.”

“Don’t compare your journey. I used to feel like I wasn’t suffering ‘enough.’ But there’s no prize for pain. Comparison will rob you of the blessings God is placing before you.

Also—take time to mourn the things you’ve lost. It’s okay to grieve what you thought life would look like. I had to mourn the idea that I might not carry children. That’s real. But so is this: Joy and grief can coexist.

And find one person you can be totally honest with. Family is great, but sometimes you need someone outside of that circle to cry with, pray with, and just be vulnerable. You don’t have to carry it alone.

God is still in control—even when everything feels out of control.”