I Forgot to Cry: Breast Cancer and How One Woman Embraced Her Journey to Healing
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Although a diagnosis of breast cancer is certain to be frightening and life-changing, with faith and support of family, friends, and support groups, its possible to come through triumphant on the other side.
In her new memoir, I Forgot to Cry, Claudean Nia Robinson shares her personal breast cancer journey in 2008. Her story is about how she embraced the journey despite the heartache and challenges that developed along the way. Learning and growing from those challenges was an integral part of the healing process. Being surrounded by her loving family and friends, day in and out, was also an important part of her recovery. This journey allowed her to trust and have more faith in herself and God at a much deeper level.
Having come through such an experience, Claudean decided to use her passion and purpose to inspire and encourage cancer patients and survivors as they were working to achieve their wellness. Through this journey, she learned not to count the years in her life but the life in her years that creates a brighter tomorrow.
Claudean Nia Robinson
Claudean Nia Robinson is a four-year breast cancer survivor. As a breast cancer advocate, she provides mentoring and coaching to newly diagnosed breast cancer patients and survivors. She is a motivational speaker and author and has created workshops on designing a healing room. She resides in Cheverly, Maryland, with her husband and their two sons.
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I Forgot to Cry - Claudean Nia Robinson
Copyright © 2012 by Claudean Nia Robinson.
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ISBN: 978-1-4759-1937-0 (sc)
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iUniverse rev. date: 06/08/2012
Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Tribute to Family
and Friends
Addendum
Interview Questions
Dedication
27515.jpgThis book is dedicated in loving memory to my parents, Mr. Jesse Thomas and Mrs. Jessie Winifred Cushinberry. I thank God for choosing them to be my loving parents, my rocks, and my confidants; they were just wonderful, kind-hearted people to have in my life. Knowing that my parents were watching over me was a comfort during my battle with cancer.
My parents made me strong, loving, caring, and giving. Without the words of wisdom and encouragement they shared with my siblings and me, I could not have been the warrior I was during my journey. The values they instilled in me have carried me through many trials and tribulations. I have passed along these same values to my sons, Warren Jerome and Allan Michael.
Also I thank God for my brother Jesse Jr. who suddenly left this earthly life many years ago, at the age of seventeen, to join our heavenly Father.
I am truly blessed for being a part of their lives. The strength I needed to embrace my new journey was brought on by the spirits of my parents and brother and by the love of my husband, Jerre, my sons, Warren and Allan, my siblings, Claudette, Dale, Paula, and Wanda, my brother-in-law, Fred, my sister-in-law, Anita, and a host of devoted friends.
I especially dedicate this book to all breast cancer patients and survivors, whose struggle I know all too well. You are the real warriors who inspire and give us hope to live life as if there were no tomorrow.
Acknowledgements
27519.jpgFirst, I must sincerely thank the professionals, especially my oncologist, who provided the excellent medical care critical to the success of my journey. My family, friends, and I will forever be grateful for your service, kindness, and compassion.
My heart belongs to my loving husband, Jerre, and my sons, Warren and Allan. You were with me every step of the way. Your love and encouragement gave me the strength to never give up.
Marlene, I give my deepest appreciation to you for transcribing this book while I was experiencing the peripheral neuropathy that impaired my ability to write. You gave me the jump I needed to move forward and write this book. Thanks, Julbe, for introducing me to Marlene.
Barbara, special thanks to you for helping me through the first edits of my book. Your friendship, strength, humor, and kindness throughout my journey brought me great comfort.
Mark, your expert critiques of my book were invaluable. Thanks, my friend.
Brenda, your profound questions kept me focused on the real purpose of my book, and that was greatly appreciated. Your writing abilities have taught me that there are limitless possibilities for expression.
Caitlin, thanks for wrapping up the final, edited version of this book. Your patience and editing were amazing.
Tony, what can I say? Your artistic talent was right on point for the cover of this book. Thanks for being a friend and for sharing your talent.
Oliver, your excellent photography skills capture the essence of who I have become. Thank you for my author photo.
Also, I offer my heartfelt thanks to the women in Zion Church’s small life group called Transition. Your commitment to serve God and to assist and support me during my time of need was very humbling and completely appreciated.
Chapter 1
27523.jpgWhere to Begin?
My breast cancer journey began in the wee hours of Friday, February 8, 2008. I had a typical Thursday evening commute, leaving the slow-motion, bumper-to-bumper stress of Washington, DC, and arriving in a neat suburban community in Cheverly, Maryland, where I have lived with my husband and two sons for twenty-seven years. My husband, Jerome or Jerre, is affectionately known as Byrd.
Ever since high school, when he was a member of the track team, all his friends call him Byrd because he used to float like a bird over the high-jump bar. I call him Byrd.
I have been married twice. My first husband was Sam. We were married on June 23, 1973, and relocated to Washington from Kansas because it was his home. We parted amicably as friends after three years, but I decided to stay in Washington because I enjoyed the city. My twin sister, Claudette, also moved to DC about three months after I married Sam, and she has been here ever since. Over the years, I’ve met lots of wonderful people, including my second husband. We married on August 23, 1980.
When I walked in the door that evening in 2008, I knew I would be home alone. Byrd was called in unexpectedly to work overtime. This happens every once in a while when another computer programmer is out or when a technical problem requires all hands on deck to resolve it.
Our older son, Warren, was no longer living at home. At twenty-six years old, he was living on his own and working as an assistant manager at a nearby car rental service. Our younger son, Allan, was miles away. He was nineteen years old at the time and attending his first year of college in Virginia. I am not a person who has spent much time alone. Even in the womb, I had company. I was born with a fraternal twin named Claudette in Topeka, Kansas. My name is Claudean Bernice Robinson, known by many as Nia,
but if you grew up with me, you know me as Deanny.
A lot of people talk about the empty-nest syndrome,
but I loved the peace and quiet of being at home alone, especially after a long, hard week at the office. I came in the door, and I loved the silence. I put my purse and keys on the red, contemporary sofa on the way to the hall closet to hang up my coat. Finally, I could breathe in, relax, draw some water for a cup of peppermint tea, and take it easy in the kitchen, where I always seem to find myself.
Moving through the quiet, enjoying the peace all around me, I took a few sips of tea and climbed the stairs to my bedroom. My bedroom is my sanctuary. Red is my favorite color, but my bedroom is blue. That’s where I withdraw to find peace. My magazines are there; my chaise lounge and my music are there—anything I feel like hearing, jazz, R&B, country. It’s all in my bedroom. So I sat in the chaise lounge, flipped on the TV to listen to the news, and started looking at the mail and a few of my bills.
I’m not sure how long I was sitting there, but pretty soon I was no longer watching the TV; the TV was watching me. I was so drained from my week at work that I realized I was dozing and managed to climb into bed. I woke up in the middle of the night. I never wear a watch. I don’t even set an alarm to go to work in the mornings, but this night I noticed the clock on my husband’s side of the bed read 2:30am. Somehow I almost felt driven to go to the bathroom. When I flipped on the light, I looked in the mirror, and for some reason I placed my hand on my right breast and felt a lump about the size of a small acorn. Going to the bathroom in the middle of the night is not unusual for me. I generally take a trip or two during the night, but this particular trip was different. It changed my life forever.
It’s funny how your mind races when you are in a space unknown to you. Time froze for me, and a thousand different emotions washed over me all at once. I felt threatened and afraid. I couldn’t move. I was filled with the uncertainty of what that moment would mean to me. I was overpowered by fear. Those emotions were so intense that I hope I never experience that again. The impact was so heavy and so powerful.
I remember thinking, God, why now? I knew then my life would never be the same. I was about to embark on a new journey. Somehow I knew, but at the same time, I didn’t have a clue what was in store for me. Immediately, my mind was flooded with a million questions. I wondered, God, how much more time will you allow me to spend with