Last night was one of the scariest and most painful nights of my life.
We were out with friends at a corn maze — laughing, walking around — and out of nowhere my right breast started swelling. Within minutes it doubled in size, and the pain was so intense I could barely breathe. We rushed to the nearest hospital, and by the time we got there I was shaking and crying from how bad it hurt.
They did bloodwork and a CT scan and found a large hematoma — basically a pocket of blood that had formed under the tissue. It was pressing hard on everything around it, causing excruciating pain. They tried so many pain meds and nothing could take the edge off. I have never in my life felt pain like that.
We were able to reach my surgeon, and after talking through options they decided the safest thing was to transfer me by ambulance to his hospital up north. They were worried about how much medication I’d already been given and wanted me monitored the whole way. When they got me into surgery, they drained almost a full pint of blood from the hematoma.
It was so scary — at one point, before they wheeled me away, I looked at Kevin and said goodbye. I was terrified something would go wrong. But in that moment, I also felt this deep peace — like I was being carried and protected from God and my angels, even through the fear.
Our friends who were with us never left — they sat in that ER with us for hours, praying, helping, comforting. The boys gave me a priesthood blessing before I went into surgery, and that moment will stay with me forever. Even in the middle of all the chaos, there was love and calm.
I’m home now, sore and tired, but safe. Still processing it all — how fast things can change, how fragile and strong our bodies are, and how powerful faith, love, and prayer really are.