Walks like a duct, talks like a duct…

The Storm of a Cancer Diagnosis

Finding out about my Invasive Ductal Cell Carcinoma diagnosis was like a plot twist in a movie you never signed up for. The radiologist dropped the bombshell on me with a side of humor - "Walks like a duct, talks like a duct"... I mean, really? I felt like I was in a surreal solo act, processing news that hit me like a ton of bricks.

Being a mammogram stickler didn't shield me from this gut-wrenching moment. Despite routine screenings and false alarms before, this time cancer crashed into my life uninvited, catching me off guard and utterly alone.

But here's the kicker - I wasn't alone for long. The cavalry of love and support stormed in, turning my world from grayscale to technicolor. Phone calls, heartfelt cards, thoughtful gifts, comforting meals, and endless shoulders to lean on flooded my days. And then, like a beacon of hope in the storm, a care package from a fellow cancer warrior landed on my doorstep, brimming with goodies to soften the blow and lift my spirits.

These acts of kindness fueled a fire in me - a quirky resolve to pay it forward. Because no one should weather this storm solo. Together, we can navigate the uncharted waters of cancer, armed with camaraderie, compassion, and a touch of quirkiness to lighten the load.

Stay strong, fellow fighters. The storm may rage, but we stand taller, together. 💪🌈

Keep shining bright in the storm,

Ronda Stutts, Founder & President
Survivors Supporting Sailors Navigate Through the Storm