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Sisters’ Journey Celebrates – Ericka Ward
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On my 37th birthday I taped my breast up for an outfit and thought to myself how nice it would be to have perky breasts again. It never occurred to me that four months from that moment I would be getting new breasts by way of breast cancer.
Based on past mammograms and family history, I believed I just had lumps in my imperfect big breasts. But this lump was hard. I was terrified to go to the doctor, and I postponed it over and over. Then I thought about my son and my sister. I had to go to the doctor. Two days later I got the dreaded call – I had breast cancer. I face-timed my best friend, my sister, sobbing. She calmed me down and told me we are going to get through this, and I am going to live. On my mother’s birthday I met with my surgeon, Dr. Lawrence, and we began the journey to fight breast cancer.
I was diagnosed with HER+ Stage 2 breast cancer. The first course of action was surgery. We chose a double mastectomy because the biopsy showed disease in all four quadrants. I had never been in the hospital other than to give birth. I was very anxious. I just imagined my mother, and “her peoples” (what she called her close kin) were all angels there with me that I couldn’t see. My sister picked me up the following day and took me to her house to take care of me. I would be there for six months.
Chemo is the hardest thing I have ever done. I was hopeful I didn’t have to do it, but my oncologist advised that I complete eight rounds and 30 radiation treatments. I was devastated, but I decided not to lose myself. I got dressed for each chemo session to keep my spirits up. Because of Covid-19 I had to go alone, except the first and last session. The toughest part was the hair loss. Prior to my hair coming out I was still trying to live like I was fine, but by the second or third cycle, the medicine started to tear down my body. The first to go were my edges. Initially I didn’t realize what was happening. I went to my uncle’s house with my girls and pumped myself up and played cursing Nicki Minaj, “I am a boss azz btch!!!”
By the time the tears started to roll, Tasha Cobb’s voice began to soothe me: “Eyes haven’t seen, ears haven’t heard the kind of blessing that’s about to fall on me!” Then, the grief I had held onto escaped me like thunder. After some deep breaths, we laughed how eclectic my playlist was. I had to end the night listening to Beyonce, “Sheep don’t run with lion!” and let her help remind me who I am! God has been such a comforter in my most isolated times. I only felt comfortable showing my fear and my sadness with no fronting with God and He kept me. I had a go-to gospel playlist that, with God there in the valley with me, kept me going.
I told very few people because of my aggressive treatment plan. I wanted no distractions. I became laser focused. My bestie Brittany, who checked in with me every single day with my cousin Phylicia, took me to doctor appointments. My sister and her daughter deserve the world! My sister gave me her bedroom for six months. When I couldn’t sit up on my own, she would change my bandages, wash my body, cook my food, and take my son places. If she couldn’t, my niece (her daughter Nahj) was right there.
I have been learning so much on this journey. One of the most important lessons is to really love myself – love myself enough to believe I deserve all things I want out of life. Love myself enough to go after them and not care what people think. Another AHA moment is that goal doesn’t become accomplished overnight. When I started chemo, it felt like it was never going to be over, but here I am with a head full of hair. In those nights alone I’d pray and prophesize, and I am living in those answered prayers.
I have been to the ocean, watched my son graduate and dropped him off to his HBCU, and go back to school for myself. I have been present for countless life moments for the people I love! I told myself God saved me for my son, for my closest friend, my sister, but the truth is,
God saved me for me! I have so much left to do! And I am doing it!
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