The Day I Learned My Worth Was Never Lost
What breast cancer couldn't take, God never stopped reminding me of.
Today marks two years since my double mastectomy.
Most people know April 5, 2024, as the day I was diagnosed with breast cancer. That date is etched into my memory forever.
But June 14 holds its own significance.
June 14 was the day I walked into surgery.
I remember the uncertainty. I remember the questions I couldn’t answer. I remember knowing that life was about to change, even though I had no idea exactly how.
What I didn’t know then was that some of the hardest work would happen after the surgery.
Healing isn’t just physical.
It’s emotional.
It’s mental.
It’s spiritual.
It’s learning how to look at yourself again after everything you’ve been through.
Months after my surgery, I took a photo wearing a shirt that said, “I Am Worthy.”
At the time, it may have looked like just another picture.
It wasn’t.
That photo represented something God had been teaching me throughout the entire journey.
For so many years, my worth had been connected to what I did, how I showed up for others, how strong I appeared, and whether I felt like I measured up.
Then cancer entered the story.
Surgery entered the story.
Scars entered the story.
And I found myself standing in front of a mirror asking deeper questions than I ever had before.
Who am I now?
What has changed?
What hasn’t?
What God continued to show me was this:
My worth was never in my body.
My worth was never in my appearance.
My worth was never determined by a diagnosis.
Cancer changed many things, but it did not change who God says I am.
The truth is, I didn’t wake up one morning suddenly believing that.
It was a process.
A conversation between God and me that unfolded one step, one prayer, and one difficult day at a time.
But somewhere along the journey, I stopped looking at what had been taken away and started paying attention to what remained.
Faith remained.
Purpose remained.
Calling remained.
And the woman God created me to be remained.
Two years later, I am grateful.
Not because the journey was easy.
Not because I would have chosen it.
But because I can see God’s faithfulness in ways I couldn’t see while I was walking through it.
Today, I honor the date.
I honor the journey.
I honor the healing.
And I thank God for carrying me every step of the way.
June 14, 2024.
A day I will never forget.