From Chicken Soup for the Breast Cancer Survivor's Soul


Angels are pure thoughts from God, winged with Truth and Love.

Mary Baker Eddy

My breast cancer was found during a routine mammogram, and diagnosis and surgery were done all within a two-week time frame. I had a left breast mastectomy, seventeen nodes removed, and chemotherapy to follow later.

My breast cancer journey could be a book in itself. The love and support of my husband, family and friends were overwhelming—cards, letters and gifts started to arrive, with one single theme in common: angels. I have always believed in the presence of angels and asked for their help many times, mostly to watch over my two children, especially when they were teenage drivers. I never failed to ask their guardian angels to please bring them home safely each night.

The angels started coming—angels for my car, angel worry rocks, angel pins and every card had an angel on it, all of which I treasured. But not long after my chemotherapy treatments were over, I had sort of a “let down.” I thought, Everything that can be done has been done . . . so now what? I wanted to truly live.

I decided after this life-altering journey to do something wild and crazy. I had already decided against reconstructive surgery, so I planned to have a tattoo! Before breast cancer, I wouldn’t have dreamed of doing such a thing, but I didn’t know my future and I was going for it!

I felt it was appropriate to get an angel tattoo on my right shoulder—a permanent “angel watching over me.” I had the tattoo artist add a small teardrop falling from her left eye to signify that I would never be the same. Amazingly, the teardrop disappeared after a few months! I know sometimes the ink fades over time, but I choose to believe this was a sign from God and the angels that I was going to be okay. And I just celebrated my anniversary of five years cancer-free!

Pamela Pierce

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