The Pink Fireman wasn’t always pink. Wait, what? What do you mean he wasn’t always pink? No folks, The Pink Fireman didn’t get his bright pink colors until April 2011. Before then, The Pink Fireman was… well a fireman.
Wednesday, March 16, 2016 will forever be the most painful day in my existence. One that I easily wanted to follow my daughter to an eternal ever after.
At 6:44 pm, our daughter, Desirae Ava Grace Cechin, was welcomed with open arms by her big brother, Devin, that she never had the chance to meet, up in Heaven.
February 4, 2016, Sami woke up and was complaining that her side hurt. Not thinking too much about it we sprayed some BioFreeze on it and had her lay down thinking I would take her to school late. As the day progressed the pain didn’t really let up so I took her to the walk in clinic at our Doctor’s office.
Today was the day that changed our lives forever. The day that turned our world upside down. The day that our beautiful little Geneva was faced with an enormous challenge that no child should have to face. We started our day at Disneyland.
The results are in, and they are not what we had hoped. Her tumor is not only progressing, it’s much larger then it was in June of last year, after diagnosis. Measurements: June 4.5 x 3.4 x 3.8 cm and today 4.7 x 3.3 x 4.3 cm.
“I have cancer.” Three little words I heard over nine years ago, but I still remember them as if they were said yesterday. My mother had dropped a bomb on me that forever changed my life. She had been diagnosed with stage three breast cancer, on January 9, 2007. That was the day that changed everything.
Man, do I love this woman. When my Aunt Beth asked me if I would capture her journey I felt honored. To share her story from the past year – what Jesus has been speaking to her, and the strength and courage He has given her and her family throughout this time is a blessing for me.
“So… what are the odds that you’ll make it through this?” I was almost too afraid to ask. “Well, there IS a chance, but there also isn’t. I’m going to focus on the percentage that’s in my favor. But if you really want to know the numbers…” I didn’t.
September 29, 2015 is not only mine and my husband’s wedding anniversary, but it is also the day I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Never in a million years did I ever think I would hear the words, “You have breast cancer.” I sat there as if the world just stopped turning and I was frozen in time.