One Chapter of My Healing Journey

As I reflect on my healing journey, it’s clear to me that it truly began during the pandemic in 2020 and carried me through until the day I packed my car and left Las Vegas in 2023.

When Covid hit, life as we knew it came to a standstill. I was forced to stay home, with work being my only reason to leave. Contact with others was scarce, as casinos, lounges, venues, and restaurants shut down across the city. For the first time in years, I had an abundance of time to think about my life—about how I felt living in Las Vegas, far from my family.

During this period of isolation, I received news that changed everything: I was diagnosed with a lump in my left breast. The fear was overwhelming. When the biopsy revealed that the lump was malignant with a 15% chance of turning cancerous, I was terrified. My cancer doctor recommended surgery to remove the lump, but because of Covid travel restrictions, my family couldn’t come to support me. Then, I caught Covid myself, delaying the surgery further.

When I finally recovered, the hospital informed me that I would need to pay a $3,000 deductible before I could reschedule. They offered no payment plan, and I didn’t have the funds. At that moment, I felt trapped—but it was also the moment my faith in God deepened in a way I hadn’t experienced before.

God and I began to have constant conversations. He reminded me not to worry, even though worrying had become second nature to me. Around this time, my youngest daughter reached out to an herbalist for guidance. With their help, I began incorporating herbal teas and remedies into my daily routine. I also learned about the benefits of castor oil, which I applied daily to my breast. Between these holistic practices, prayer, and meditation, I slowly began to find peace.

As life continued during those uncertain years, I bore witness to the devastation of the pandemic firsthand. Working in a hospital, I saw patients succumb to Covid—just feet away from my office door. Watching bodies being carried out in bags was a haunting reality I’ll never forget. And even as Vegas began to reopen, the economic fallout was evident. Casinos, restaurants, and venues remained shuttered, and financial struggles became a new kind of pain for many in the “Entertainment Capital of the World.”

In 2023, I knew it was time to leave Vegas and return home to Seattle. By 2024, I finally scheduled a follow-up mammogram and ultrasound. Walking into that appointment, I felt a calm I hadn’t known before. And when the results came back, I learned that the lump had not only shrunk—it was completely undetectable on the ultrasound.

To God be the glory.

This is just one chapter of my healing journey—a story of fear, faith, resilience, and grace. I share it with the hope that it reminds others to trust the process, even when the road feels dark. Healing is not always linear, but with faith and perseverance, it’s possible.

LadyFlava of LadyFlavaNews

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