Tuesday will mark one month since my life shifted into an entirely new season.
Thirty days of early mornings, long workdays, school assignments, appointments, laughter, a few tears, and the beautiful chaos that comes with building a full and meaningful life. It has also been thirty days of realizing that the life I hoped to create is actually taking shape right in front of me.
Our little household—me, my rescue dog Pippin Took, and my rescue cat Finnian Elijah—has settled into a rhythm here in our cozy two-bedroom, two-bath home in Great Falls. Church activities, community events, summer plans, work, school, and the normal day-to-day busyness of life have filled the calendar in the best possible way.
It’s a full life. A happy life.
And in the middle of all that goodness, life threw one of those “wait and see” moments my way.
This Tuesday I’ll be having a breast biopsy.
If you know me, you know I believe strongly in doing the responsible things when it comes to health. Self-exams. Mammograms. Following up when the letter says something needs a closer look. I hadn’t had a mammogram since 2021, so when this one came back with a question mark, the next step was simply to check it out.
The good news is there are a lot of encouraging signs going into this biopsy.
No symptoms.
No discharge.
No pain.
Healthy tissue otherwise.
The only reason for the biopsy is that one small area appears irregularly shaped on the imaging. And interestingly enough, I started my cycle the very next day after the exam, which can sometimes affect breast tissue. So right now we are simply in that space where we don’t know until we know.
Just to be safe, I also have an appointment scheduled with a breast surgeon afterward to review the results and talk about next steps—whatever they may be.
But here’s the thing.
I’m standing firmly on faith.
No matter what the results say, I will deal with it.
Our bodies change. Life throws curveballs. And part of being an adult is learning to care for ourselves, pay attention to our health, and follow through when something needs to be checked.
That’s why self-exams matter.
That’s why yearly mammograms matter.
That’s why follow-ups matter.
If my journey reminds even one woman to schedule that appointment she’s been putting off, then something good will come from it already.
So if you’re reading this, I would be grateful for your prayers.
Prayers for Tuesday’s biopsy.
Prayers for clear and healthy results.
Prayers for all the women right now who are sitting in waiting rooms or opening letters with that same knot in their stomach.
Because despite the uncertainty, life here is beautiful.
We’re busy.
We’re laughing.
We’re planning ahead.
We’re showing up for life one ordinary day at a time.
And apparently, I may be one of the only people in Montana actually looking forward to the storm that’s rolling in.
Sometimes a good storm reminds you just how strong your foundation really is.
With gratitude, faith, and a very full heart,
— Samara
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