My Story: "I Survived 9 Years With Breast Cancer"
My name is Shontell S. Jackson, and I am a 47-year-old single mom of a daughter and certified yoga instructor. If you walked in my shoes you might just understand…
Why am I sharing this? I share to inspire someone that might be ready to throw in the towel. Please DO NOT! Pictures are always taken by me because they tell my story:
I had to shave my head nine years ago because I had breast cancer. Over those years, God has carried me through my journey and HE continues to take awesome care of me. The picture of me in jeans with what I’ve named my long “birthday hair” is a celebration to ME. It’s weaved hair within my natural hair that I choose to wear because it’s my life…
The picture of me in the sun-shining rainbow dress is me wearing my natural hair that has grown back over the nine years since my breast cancer surgeries, chemotherapy and radiation treatments. As far as my breasts…those are mine too!
I LIVE TODAY because MY LIFE was SAVED by GOD! Please people be mindful when judging others…you do NOT know their story.
Keep the faith!
My Breast Cancer Story: "I Still Don't Believe It"
My journey began in July 2009 with a spot on my mammogram. It was a month after my 36thbirthday.
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After the testing and the stereotactic breast biopsy that confirmed my breast cancer, it was my lumpectomy that set my diagnoses on Sept. 11, 2009. After surgery, I endured 33 radiation treatments, one a day every Monday through Friday for six weeks. I’m currently on my 4th year of Tamoxifen, an oral chemo hormone pill taken for five years.
My paternal grandmother had breast cancer twice and she was the reason why I’ve always requested mammograms and testing. Because I was 36 years young at the time of my diagnosis, I was not of age to be screened for a routine mammogram. But because I have a family history of breast cancer, I’ve always pushed my physicians for testing anyway.
When I received my ductal carcinoma in situ (DCIS) breast cancer diagnosis, I wasn’t sure how to cope and handle my situation. I cried for 24 hours because I was in Georgia and my mom was home in Connecticut — an 18-hour-drive away. My days became easier when a best friend helped me realize…