My parents taught me the power of prayer and weekly worship, building a foundation of faith. We started going to Hope in 1995 when I was in sixth grade, and Pastor Mike was my confirmation leader. I have always put my trust in God and in receiving the news that I had breast cancer, I turned to Him. I’m thankful for my faith foundation and the support of my family. Beyond that, the introvert in me wanted to keep it private. As time went on, more areas of my life were impacted, and I needed to share with more people. It wasn’t easy. I didn’t want to burden others, but I now know that was the devil talking. The enemy is in isolation. God showed me I was surrounded by community and didn’t have to do it alone.  I also meditated on Scripture, sketched, journaled, walked, and would be still in God’s presence. I had to practice faithful patience. There were strong emotions in the waiting—between doctor appointments and results, for chemotherapy and radiation to end, for healing after sur...