Hope for Leslie

A few days before Thanksgiving I noticed a lump in my right breast. I was concerned, but at the time was more engulfed with all the holiday preparations for a delicious dinner and family, and as we all know Christmas came right upon us. I was so excited to get the tree up and start planning another festive dinner at my house with friends and family. I went the first week in January to Faith Family Practice and they sent me to have a mammogram. With the love and financial support of a dear friend; I was able to have the procedure. The radiologist spoke with me then and said we do see an area that concerns him and would be sending over paperwork to have a biopsy done. Remaining positive I went and had the biopsy. Before I had even heard back from my doctor; the hospital was calling me to come in to fill out pre-op paperwork. I asked "why"? She resumed to tell me "to remove the tumor in your breast". I immediately burst into tears, and took me a good while to be able to leave work and drive. Devestated. On January 29, 2015 I had the tumor and lymph nodes removed. One week later I had my first check up and my doctor informed me by the pathological report I was highly possible Stage III. My world crumpled in front of me. He had just told me prior to surgery that "glad we caught this early". So I remained optimistic and thought "I will be ok, we will get this tumor removed and I will be just fine!" I still have all my faith in God that he will take care of me. I go to the oncologist on the 25th, and we will discuss treatment. I know I will have to have chemotherapy and radiation treatments. I'm scared. No one is ever prepared to receive such life changing news as hearing you have the ugly "C" word. I haven't been able to work due to not being able to do much with my right arm or hand. I can't pay my bills, and I'm more stressed out about that than the Cancer. My elderly Mother lives with me and my two of three of my beautiful daughters are at home. I absolutely hate to "hold my hand out". I cry my eyes out to ask for help; it makes me feel terrible. A sweet and dear friend told me about GoFundMe.com, and have seen some friends of mine on here in worse shape than me. It humbles me greatly. I continue to pray that God protects me and guides my doctors to path of healing.
Thank you for taking the time out to read my story.
Leslie Bingham