MK Merideth


“Your cancer is back.”

Now, you might wonder how those words can possibly be the opening of a story of hope…but there they are, and here I am.

Two years after my first diagnosis with hormone positive invasive ductal carcinoma. Two years since my double mastectomy. Almost two years of multiple reconstruction surgeries and tamoxifen.

Two years of being a survivor, and I get the call.

You. Have. Cancer.


I found my cancer both times. I noticed the change, I made the call.

mkMerideth-1I had found two small little bumps under my skin. My doctor and I thought they were scar or fat tissue, but just in case, we did a lumpectomy for a biopsy. One was fatty tissue, one was the same kind of cancer from before, very close to the place I had found the first tumor. Well, crap. A recurrence.

The Friday before starting a brand new medical sales job after eight years of writing full-time and being at home, I got the call. We were in the middle of moving into an apartment while our new house was being built, we were getting out children set up in brand new schools, we were figuring out their summer now that I wouldn’t be home, and now I had to figure out how to fit cancer into my schedule. LOL…I really didn’t have the room!

I weighed my choices. My hormones were over-ruling the tamoxifen that was supposed to block them, so that had to go. We discussed Lupron, a medicine that shuts down your ovaries, but I was 42 with a prior breast cancer diagnosis and a mother who had died from BC. With that history, I’d have to stay on it for ten years. By that time, I’d be menopausal, so what’s the point of dealing with a slew of side effects?

mkMerideth-3So, in one surgery, they took my ovaries and cut out the skin where the tumor was. I have thirty radiation treatments to get through, and I’ve started an aromatase inhibitor to block hormones made by abdominal fat and my adrenals.

And crazy as it sounds…I’m feeling better than I have in a long time.

There is hope in the craziest places. Hearing that diagnosis for the second time terrified me, it paralyzed me in a way the first time had not. I felt more vulnerable…hunted.

But it left me powerful.

We may not realize it at the time, but some of our worst fears may just be a blessing in disguise.

This life is ours to live. Survivors make the world go round. You, me, the neighbor next door.

We’re all survivors of one thing or another.

And it is hope, fortitude, determination and persistence that keeps up getting up and going forward each new day more focused than the day before.

So, yes, this is a story of hope.

My hope that each and every one of you will know your body and go to the doctor when something seems different. #KnowandGo

There is power in taking action.

There is power in facing the fight.

There is power in the hope that you will be alright.


XOXO ~ Hugs, loves, and peanut butter.

MK Meredith

An emotional ride on heated sheets…