A couple of weeks ago, I had my very first mammogram. I wasn’t expecting anything unusual—but shortly after, I received a call that stopped me in my tracks. They told me they had found something—a lump in my right breast—and I needed to return for further testing. My heart sank. They said I would need a more detailed examination at the hospital, possibly under a microscope.
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This morning, my husband and I prayed before heading out. We surrendered everything to God. No matter what the results would say, I promised to keep walking in faith, to keep trusting Him. At the hospital, they warned me the second round of images might hurt more due to increased pressure. But surprisingly, it wasn’t that painful—probably because I wasn’t near my period, and my body felt less sensitive.
They told me the results would be ready in 15 minutes. But then it was 20. Then 30. Then 40. I sat there waiting, trying to stay calm while my husband waited in the lobby—he couldn’t come back because the imaging area was filled with women.
Eventually, they called me in for an ultrasound. The room was dim, quiet. The technician moved slowly, stopping often to examine the screen. I could feel the tension in the air. I asked for a copy of the imaging, and they handed me a CD. Still no answers. Just more waiting.
In that time, I had to battle with my thoughts. It’s wild how quickly fear creeps in. Thoughts like “You’ve got cancer” or “You’re not going to make it” start to whisper in your ear. But I refused to let those lies take root. I repeated to myself, out loud:
“I am healed in Jesus’ name.”
“I do not have cancer.”
“My body is whole and healthy.”
I needed to stay present—not just for myself, but for my husband and for the purpose God still has for us. I knew I had more to do in this life.
Finally, the nurse returned. With a gentle smile, she said, “Everything looks good. There’s nothing to worry about.” I wanted to cry. She explained that the suspicious area might’ve been scar tissue from my breast reduction surgery two and a half years ago. There was also a tiny spot under my arm, but they couldn’t feel anything concerning.
I share all of this to say: don’t let fear take over your heart. Trust God with your health, your mind, and your future. The enemy will try to plant doubt, but you have the power to reject it.
Today began with uncertainty and fear—but it ended in peace and gratitude. I walked out of that hospital with a fresh breath in my lungs, hand in hand with my husband, and faith even stronger than before.
