My Mammogram Journey – A Lesson in Faith
Hey y’all! Today I want to share a very personal story with you — something important that I’ve just gone through. I feel like I need to tell it because so many of you have supported me for a long time.
The Unexpected Call
A few weeks ago, I had my very first mammogram. After getting the results, they called me back and said, “We need you to come back in.” I remember thinking, “Why?”
But honestly, I wasn’t afraid. I truly wasn’t.
They explained that they had found a mass in my right breast and needed me to come in for a closer look. They wanted to use a special magnifying scope to get a better view and be able to read the results that same day.
When I asked if it was something serious, the nurse said she couldn’t tell because it was my first mammogram — they had nothing to compare it to.
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The Day of the Appointment
A week later, I went to the hospital. You know how it is — my husband and I always pray before everything we do. We had already prayed about this. That morning I said, “Lord, let Your will be done, no matter what the results are.”
I prayed for a good outcome, but in my heart, I also told myself that no matter what the result might be, I would still serve God, trust Him, and put Him first. Just knowing that in my heart gave me peace.
The Examination
When I got there, everything went smoothly. The nurse told me, “This one might hurt a little more because we’ll have to press harder than last time.”
Thankfully, when I went the first time, my breasts were sore because it was close to my menstrual cycle. This time they weren’t sore, so it didn’t hurt as much as she said it would.
Afterward, she said, “You’ll have your results in about 15 minutes.” I thought, “Alright, just 15 minutes.”
My husband had to wait in the lobby because men weren’t allowed in the testing area. I sat in another room waiting, still undressed because they said I might need additional imaging.
The Long Wait
So I sat there listening to gospel music while waiting. Y’all — 15 minutes passed… 20 minutes… 30 minutes… Remember she said 10 to 15 minutes! Then 40 minutes went by. I thought, “What’s taking so long?”
My husband texted me, “Are you okay? Why haven’t you messaged me back?”
Then the nurse came in and said, “We need to do an ultrasound.” I thought, “What?”
At first, she said they needed to take more images, so I figured they didn’t get a clear shot. But no — it was an ultrasound. I was like, “Okay, this is different.”
They took me to a dark room, had me lie on the table, and started the ultrasound. There was only one female doctor there. The gel they used was warm — not cold like the kind used for pregnancy ultrasounds.
She moved the device back and forth, paused, looked at the screen, then did it again… it took a while. I was thinking, “Lord, what’s going on?”
I asked if I could have a copy of my mammogram and ultrasound images, and she said yes — she’d put everything on a disc for me.
Then she said, “Okay, you can wipe off, get dressed, and wait for me in the lobby.”
She said she’d be back in 10 minutes. But no — it was more like 20.
The Battle in My Mind
While I was waiting, I saw other women leaving. “See you next year!” “Everything looks good!” “You did great!”
I wanted to hear those words too.
Let me tell y’all something — when you go through a moment like this, I swear I felt total peace in my heart. But the enemy will try to plant false thoughts in your mind — thoughts that don’t come from you.
“You have cancer.” “You’re not going to make it.” All those kinds of things.
But you have to silence those voices. As long as you don’t act on them or speak them out loud, you’ve got to mute them — don’t give them any power.
During that time, I kept saying, “I am healed in Jesus’ name.” “I don’t have cancer.” “I am completely healthy.” I kept speaking life and positivity over my body because I know my purpose isn’t finished. I need to be here with my husband to do what God has called me to do.
While waiting, I watched some YouTube videos about Christ — gospel music, worship songs — and let that feed my spirit.
The Final Results
Then the doctor came back and said, “You know what? We didn’t find anything concerning. From what we can see, everything looks healthy.”
When I heard that, I just thanked God. Even though I had already felt peace and believed everything would be okay, hearing those words made me want to praise Him even more.
Because if it weren’t for Him, I probably would’ve been complaining, worrying, and saying all kinds of things. But I didn’t. I trusted Him right there in that moment, and I knew everything would be alright — no matter how it looked.
They told me the reason things appeared that way was because I had breast reduction surgery about two to two and a half years ago. There’s still some scar tissue healing. That little spot under my arm and on my breast was just that. The doctor said, “I don’t feel anything there.” They were confident it was nothing to worry about.
The Lesson Learned
Y’all, let me tell you this — in moments like that, you have to trust God, if you believe in Him. Trust Him in every situation.
Don’t let the enemy fill your mind with lies. He’ll try, trust me. He even tried to mess with my husband’s thoughts — my husband said those same doubts came to him, but he fought them and didn’t give them any attention.
For those of you who know what I’m talking about — just ignore it and praise God. That’s exactly what we did.
By the end of the day, I thought, “Wow, this was such a long day!” But it turned out to be a beautiful one. We were so relieved. Everything was fine. Everything was good.
