Welcome to the first installment of "STORIES FROM YOU" a series of 5 questions I created for people to share their experiences of the various different ways they gave and received support during cancer treatment.  There are so many different ways to give and receive support and the simplest things can always put a smile on someone's face.  Not everyone has someone that puts “DEPENDS” on so they don't leave your side during chemo but most people can just send a text, go for a walk or get those chemo socks for you.

I hope you enjoy this series and send me any feedback on it.

xx, Melissa


Carol B. Smith: Co-Active life coach, Educator, Mother, Cancer Survivor, and Thriver: ThIs inspirational & fabulous woman shares her answers to InKind Spaces 5 Questions.

Who did you get support from?

Most of those I received support from came from a small group of close friends.  Many found that dealing with me and my cancer created an uncomfortable feeling for them.   They didn't know what to say to me.  And then there was my "marching band" who never wavered and was there for every treatment, every day that I found myself unable to hold my food down and every moment that I wanted to give up.   

How did they support you?

They provided many words of encouragement, food,  chaperoned me to my treatments and gave me assistance in caring for my children (my youngest was 3).  There was also my hairdresser who helped me deal with my wispy hair (what little I had left) and even the doctors who hugged me and told me that I was going to be ok.

What was your favorite item that got you through the day during your treatment and/or surgery?

My favorite item was really a person.  It was my youngest son Jason who was 3 years old.  He clung to me, no matter what.  He would tell all... "My mommy is very delicate.  She can't pick me up."  I had Latissmus Dorsi flap reconstruction and the recovery was tough.  Jason's hugs were never-ending and his love was unconditional. 

Share a moment of levity during this journey.

My moment of levity would have to be the time when I found my youngest son, Jason, in my closet dressed up in one of my dresses, a pair of my heels and my wig.  I still keep a picture of him from that day in my office. It was hilarious! 

What is your motto?

My "mantra" was and still is, "I'm going to be fine."  I wanted to live long enough to watch them shave.  It will be 25 years on March 10, 2019, and while the thought of a recurrence still lingers, today I am fine.