On May 31, 2013, I heard those three words. No one ever wants to hear those words. No one is ever truly prepared to learn that a silent killer grows within their body.
When I was growing up, we always referred to cancer as “the big C.” Adults talked about cancer in hushed tones, whispering so that children wouldn’t overhear. I’m not certain if the secrecy behind the topic of cancer was whether they didn’t want to scare the children or if they simply didn’t want to talk about it.
And then the pretty neighbor lady at the end of our street was diagnosed with “the big C.” On several occasions, my mother took me to visit her.
Once, just before Christmas, we took a photo of the three of us, outside in the snow. The woman was seated in a horse-sleigh with a blanket covering her lap. I stood beside her, a red knit hat on my head and my hand resting atop hers. I was grinning, she was smiling, and my mother stood behind us with a forced expression of holiday joy. Only in later years did I understand why: the woman died soon afterwards.
Fast forward forty years and here I am, hearing the very same words that my neighbor surely heard: We found cancer…
Many of you have read my fiction books. Some of you may be new to the name Sarah Price. What I want you to know this book is not fiction. It’s my story about dealing with cancer.
As such, I have written this book in the style of a commentary with more focus on explaining what happened to me in the hopes that someone else might find something—one little thing—that helps them through their own journey.
However, it’s important to know that every person handles that diagnosis in their own way.
The bottom line is that there is no cookie-cutter way to handling a life-threatening disease, whether you have it or someone you love has it. Everyone wants to provide a strong support system for the patient and to be that pillar of strength.
For that reason, I’ve also included an appendix that shares the thoughts from several people in my life who have traveled, and are still traveling, this journey with me.
Their words of support cannot, however, express the magnitude of love, prayer, and comfort that I also received from my friends and followers on Facebook. Each card and letter sent by one of my readers lifted my heart and my soul.
People sent scarves, prayer shawls, books, lipstick (pink, of course), umbrellas (ditto), and other little items that they saw and thought of me. What a humbling experience to receive so much love from so many people!
And, as I mentioned, I could feel the power of prayer coming from all over the country, even from several international countries. Those prayers reached me; I felt them and became stronger during my battle. I still feel them and I cannot thank everyone enough for caring about me and all of the other people diagnosed with cancer or other illnesses.
With this book, I hope that I can return some of that strength to others who have gone through or are going through the long journey of battling cancer. Unfortunately, we are all the faces of cancer.
All proceeds from this book will be donated to the TJ Martell Foundation the music industry’s largest foundation that funds innovative medical research focused on finding cures for leukemia, cancer and AIDS. Print version available on November 15th.