I don’t even know where to begin except here:
All glory to God.
Because today, I got the call—the kind of call that makes your whole body go still—and my biopsy results came back benign. No cancer.
And the relief?
It’s overwhelming in a way I don’t think you can understand unless you’ve sat in that waiting space… where time slows down, your mind goes places you don’t want it to go, and every “what if” feels just a little too real.
Let me tell you how serious this felt
This wasn’t a “just in case” situation.
This was a BI-RADS 4B.
If you don’t know what that means, I didn’t either at first. But I learned real quick—it means moderate suspicion of cancer. Not low. Not “we’re just being cautious.” It’s serious enough that they say, “We need to biopsy this.”
So I did.
They took three samples. Ultrasound-guided. Clinical. Quiet. Professional. And still… terrifying.
And then came the waiting.
The kind of waiting that changes you
You keep functioning. You still show up. You still take care of your responsibilities. You still get your child to school, answer emails, make dinner, take care of the house…
But underneath all of that?
You’re holding your breath.
Because there’s a version of your life that could be about to change forever.
And for me, that weight was heavier than most.
Because my mom… my mom died at 51 from cancer.
And I am her age.
So this wasn’t abstract. This wasn’t hypothetical. This was personal. Deeply personal.
And then… the moment
I pulled over to read the results.
Just pulled over. Couldn’t even wait.
And Adelyn—my sweet girl, my future daughter—was right there.
And she looked at me and said,
“God answered my prayer from last night.”
I don’t even know how to explain what that felt like.
It wasn’t just relief.
It wasn’t just joy.
It was something deeper.
It was peace.
What this means moving forward
It means I get to keep going.
I get to move forward with my life—fully.
With work. With school. With everything I’ve been building.
And most importantly…
I get to move forward with this foster-to-adopt journey, if that’s where it leads.
No planning for surgeries.
No pausing life.
No stepping away from the future I’ve been working so hard to create.
Just forward.
If you’re reading this—please hear me
Go get your mammogram.
Go to the appointment.
If they tell you to get the biopsy—GO.
I know it’s scary. I know it sounds terrifying. I know the words alone can make your stomach drop.
But a BI-RADS 4B is not a sentence.
Today proved that.
And catching something early—or ruling it out—can change everything.
Tonight
Tonight, we celebrate.
Not with anything fancy. Not with anything over the top.
Just… gratitude.
Me and my future daughter are going to church.
Because there is no place I’d rather be after a day like this than sitting in that quiet, sacred space, saying thank you.
Final thoughts
To everyone who prayed for me, checked on me, stood with me—thank you. Truly. You carried me through something you may not have even realized the depth of.
And to anyone walking through a scare like this right now:
Hold on.
You are not alone.
You are seen.
And there is still hope.
All glory to God. Always. 💛
