Breast Cancer Strength Quotes

Lord, thank you for the people who care more about me than about their schedules.

Please don’t tell me you know just how I feel--you don't.

When one person gets cancer, the whole family gets cancer.

We can look at our tattoos from cancer treatment as awful reminders of a ghastly time in our lives, or we can use them as reminders of what God brought us through.

Sometimes the Lord allows us to go through tough times so we learn to rely upon Him.

We need to cry out to the Lord when we feel the waves of terror or anger crashing around us. He is always within reach, ready to stretch out his hand to steady us.

Your life clock is ticking. But you know what? God made the clock. ~ Strength Renewed

If we praise God when things are tough, we show our trust in Him.

The Lord chose to give me back my life, not because I deserved it, but because he had work for me to do.

God promises to hear and answer our prayers, but he doesn't always answer the way we want him to.

Even when I couldn't sense his presence, I HAD to believe he was right there with me.

It's okay to be afraid. God is not disappointed by your fear.

Tell God how you feel, and don't be afraid to ask for a miracle.

There is a fine line between paranoia and sensibly caring for our already overburdened bodies.

Even the simple act of tuning the radio to a music program can lift our spirits and show the world "I'm not going to give up.

There are times when we find ourselves pitching downwards, out of control. Yet God is always nearby...

It takes courage, humiliating courage, to step aside from your own sovereignty and imagined control and begin looking for the gift that comes unmerited. Yes, I’m talking about grace. Grace by my definition is the gift that comes unearned. In a world of unbelievably able bodies, where new diets are fashioned every day to keep my brand of story away, it is hard to realize you may be living in the middle of the best story ever told. That the story of breast cancer could possibly be a good story? A great story even? It would be easier to shake my fist at the test results and scream that this isn’t the right story, but to receive—humbly receive—the story no one would ever want, and know there is goodness in the midst of its horror, is not something I could ever do in my own strength. I simply cannot. That receiving comes from the One who received His own suffering for a much greater purpose than my own.

The devil sought to destroy me and discredit my testimony. But God wanted me where I would testify to others about his saving power.

Cancer is finite. God is way bigger.

Help me to get my eyes off my suffering and onto you, God.

Please don’t preach at me—I feel bad enough already.

When we behave naturally, others relax and relationships are formed or strengthened.

Nothing takes God by surprise, not even cancer.

We are all different, but we need one another.

The Lord has made us to be creative, and the sense of achievement will help to lift our spirits.

I do not wish my anger and pain and fear about cancer to fossilize into yet another silence, nor to rob me of whatever strength can lie at the core of this experience, openly acknowledged and examined. For other women of all ages, colors, and sexual identities who recognize that imposed silence about any area of our lives is a tool for separation and powerlessness, and for myself, I have tried to voice some of my feelings and thoughts about the travesty of prosthesis, the pain of amputation, the function of cancer in a profit economy, my confrontation with mortality, the strength of women loving, and the power and rewards of self-conscious living.

There's only one way to become an eagle, and that's to be born an eagle.

When life is going according to plan, we don't stop to question our daily habits...Maybe it's time to sift through our lives.

I've been married forever, and I still don't have it right.

In God's strength I could battle the giants. Alone, I was just a grasshopper.S

Jesus...remains in control of my circumstances, no matter the size of the waves.

What issues sidetrack you from your mission to get well?

Arthur was tired out. He had been broken by the two battles which he had fought already, the one at Dover, the other at Barbara Down. His wife was a prisoner. His oldest friend was banished. His son was trying to kill him. Gawaine was buried. His Table was dispersed. His country was at war. Yet he could have breasted all these things in some way, if the central tenet of his heart had not been ravaged. Long ago, when his mind had been a nimble boy's called Wart—long ago he had been taught by an aged benevolence, wagging a white beard. He had been taught by Merlyn to believe that man was perfectible: that he was on the whole more decent than beastly: that good was worth trying: that there was no such thing as original sin. He had been forged as a weapon for the aid of man, on the assumption that men were good. He had been forged, by that deluded old teacher, into a sort of Pasteur or Curie or patient discoverer of insulin. The service for which he had been destined had been against Force, the mental illness of humanity. His Table, his idea of Chivalry, his Holy Grail, his devotion to Justice: these had been progressive steps in the effort for which he had been bred He was like a scientist who had pursued the root of cancer all his life. Might—to have ended it— to have made men happier. But the whole structure depended on the first premise: that man was decent. Looking back at his life, it seemed to him that he had been struggling all the time to dam a flood, which, whenever he had checked it, had broken through at a new place, setting him his work to do again. It was the flood of Force Majeur. During the earliest days before his marriage he had tried to match its strength with strength—in his battles against the Gaelic confederation—only to find that two wrongs did not make a right. But he had crushed the feudal dream of war successfully. Then, with his Round Table, he had tried to harness Tyranny in lesser forms, so that its power might be used for useful ends. He had sent out the men of might to rescue the oppressed and to straighten evil —to put down the individual might of barons, just as he had put down the might of kings. They had done so—until, in the course of time, the ends had been achieved, but the force had remained upon his hands unchastened. So he had sought for a new channel, had sent them out on God's business, searching for the Holy Grail. That too had been a failure, because those who had achieved the Quest had become perfect and been lost to the world, while those who had failed in it had soon returned no better. At last he had sought to make a map of force, as it were, to bind it down by laws. He had tried to codify the evil uses of might by individuals, so that he might set bounds to them by the impersonal justice of the state. He had been prepared to sacrifice his wife and his best friend, to the impersonality of Justice. And then, even as the might of the individual seemed to have been curbed, the Principle of Might had sprung up behind him in another shape—in the shape of collective might, of banded ferocity, of numerous armies insusceptible to individual laws. He had bound the might of units, only to find that it was assumed by pluralities. He had conquered murder, to be faced with war. There were no Laws for that.

All my book titles are prophetic because they were breathed by the Holy Spirit of a Sovereign God. What they say about salvation and peace is what will happen to any reader's life.

Soymilk also appears to have the additional benefits of reducing risk of breast3227 and prostate3228 cancers, improving gut health,3229 and decreasing inflammation3230 and free radical DNA damage compared to rice milk or dairy milk.3231 It can also improve insulin resistance3232 and help with stroke rehabilitation, improving walking speed, exercise endurance, grip strength, and muscle functionality,3233 as well as lower blood pressure better than dairy milk.3234 Soymilk can even lower your LDL cholesterol as much as 25 percent after just twenty-one days.3235 Nutritionally, soymilk is considered the best choice for replacing dairy milk in the human diet.

In the bloodstream, virtually all insulin-like growth factors are attached to small proteins that ferry them around to various tissues where they might be needed. But the IGFs, when attached to these proteins, are too large and unwieldy to pass through the walls of blood vessels and get to the tissues and cells where the IGF might be used. At any one time, only a small percentage of IGF in the circulation is left unbound to stimulate the growth of cells. These binding proteins constitute yet another of the mechanisms used by the body to regulate hormonal signals and growth factors. Insulin appears to depress the concentration of IGF-binding proteins, and so high levels of insulin mean more IGF itself is available to effect cell growth—including that of malignant cells. Anything that increases insulin levels will therefore increase the availability of IGF to the cells, and so increase the strength of the IGF proliferation signals. (Insulin has been shown to affect estrogen this way, too, one way in which elevated levels of insulin may potentially cause breast cancer.) The

Odd that the breast cancer movement chose pink as its representative color, the shade of little girls’ bedrooms and cotton candy daydreams. I would have chosen steel gray or a tranquil blue, something exuding quiet strength and serenity.

The greatest incidence of breast cancer in american women appears within the ages of 40 to 55. These are the very years when women are portrayed in the popular media as fading and desexualized figures. Contrary to the media picture, I find myself as a woman of insight ascending into my highest powers, my greatest psychic strengths, and my fullest satisfactions. I am freer of the constraints and fears and indecisions of my younger years, and survival throughout these years has taught me how to value my own beauty, and how to look closely into the beauty of others. It has also taught me to value the lessons of survival, as well as my own perceptions. I feel more deeply, value those feelings more, and can put those feelings together with what I know in order to fashion a vision of and pathway toward true change.

Without yoga, my breast cancer experience would have been much more difficult. The trust, courage and strength one develops through the practice of yoga will set anyone up to face life's most challenging experiences. I've heard folks say «Oh, I don't do yoga.» Give yoga a chance, and you will find that it's so much more than pretzel poses. Yoga is about finding your own balance in our crazy, tempestuous times. It's about standing tall with confidence even when the winds of your world are swirling around you.

The luxury of relaxation ... is part of the healing process.

God, who knows me by name, [is] right next to me.

All the seeming "coincidences" .... were actually God catching me in his arms.

Don't be afraid," Elisha answered, "We have more on our side than they have on theirs." (2 Kings 6:15 GNT)