Believe…

in God's comfort.

Claudia Morga

On May 5, 2023, there I was, sitting looking at that paper, seeing for the first time my name next to the word CANCER. A strange feeling as I read it over and over, wanting the paper to give me more information, but it read the same no matter how many times I read it.

It had been 3 days since I got my diagnosis when, for the first time, I felt afraid. Tear-filled eyes prevent me from driving. I parked my car and cried like never before. I trembled from head to toe. I had so many questions and no answers. I felt I would die, so I looked up and vented to God.

Accepting my diagnosis was the most difficult thing. Then everything happened so quickly. I had an MRI, PET scans, 28 rounds of radiation therapy, a mastectomy a month later, and then had breast reconstruction surgery. I’m currently in hormone therapy.

I learned a lot throughout the process. I’m proud to look back and see how strong and brave I have been. I saw my body weak and hurt, open wounds close, and I became strong again. God did not let me go through this alone. I knew that afternoon that I cried in my car, that God let me know He was with me while he comforted me.