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Merriam Webster defines grit as both a noun and a verb. As a noun, it can be “small loose particles, sand or gravel,” or something similar. I kind of see my cancer that way. My body has a bunch of loose particles, and I have experienced lesions that look a bit like sprinkles of gravel on the CT Scans and MRI pictures. Technically, cancer is a normal cell (or cells) gone rogue rather than a foreign object like grit, and it is much larger and more dangerous than a piece of sand in your shoe. However, I think this concept of grit could fit. (See what I did there?)

When you get a piece of grit in your shoe, it is an annoyance. It is a constant source of irritation. Some people stop the journey because of the discomfort; hikers take off the boot and remove the pebble. They immediately find relief. If left unchecked long enough, it can rub the skin raw, turning into a sore that potentially becomes infected and impacting the rest of the body with fever, chills, and even death. 

We have done what we can to remove the cancerous grit throughout my body. Previous blogs will tell the whole story, if you have time to read it all. While my body is currently stable, and has been for several years, the cancer and treatment are ongoing. Body scans continue to show “hot spots,” but they have not progressed since 2019. It is very likely the spots in my bones are where the cancer was, rather than where it is.

I am a lifer. Although I look healthy, until they discover a cure for stage 4 metastatic breast cancer, I will most likely be in treatment for the rest of my life. (You can read further about my treatment in various blog posts.) Like grit, cancer and treatment continue to annoy due to the frequency, side effects, and ongoing pain where the cancer has impacted various parts of the body. Like grit, I am reminded that what starts small can grow into something more serious if it is not treated (and sometimes continues to grow even when it is treated). Like grit, it is annoying, but I am pulling off the shoe the best way I know how.

The fourth definition of grit (noun) is also why I named my blog the Nitty-Gritty Gritty Blog.  Webster defines grit as “firmness of mind or spirit: unyielding courage in the face of hardship or danger.”  That definitely fits. Regardless of the hardships, I remain steadfast in my journey with God as my support and encourager. I have unyielding courage because his Holy Spirit is holding my hand. My friend Jesus walks beside me and keeps me company during treatments and scans. This blog will take you through a dangerous journey I have encountered, and continue to hike each day. It will do so with the firm and courageous spirit which God has provided. 

Lastly, grit (verb) is also defined, “to cover or spread with grit.” I like that. That’s what I aspire to do, cover you with grit. Spread the grit. Make you gritty as well! In this blog I also hope you catch the courageous spirit as we look at day-to-day life with breast cancer. Breast cancer which was deemed “cured,” but metastasized to other parts of the body. Breast cancer which is deemed by medical journals and doctors as terminal; yet, life goes on! I hope you apply each lesson to your life and realize you too can have firmness of mind and spirit and unyielding courage in the face of hardship or danger.

Perhaps you are also experiencing a difficult journey right now. Or maybe you are just a kid and you have a long journey ahead of you. Whatever your stage in life is, please know that God can grant you peace and comfort as you encounter grit in life, and he can cover you with grit to pull through!

This blog is nitty-gritty, because we get down to business. And it’s a gritty blog, because my mind and spirit are firm. I hope reading my story will provide you with a bit more grit as well. 


It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out;

it is the grain of sand in your shoe.

~Anonymous~


P.S. Some people may wonder why I started ending my blogs the way I do. I chose this tagline because I love the French culture. I have many French friends, and I am trying to learn how to speak their beautiful language. I also close with this phrase because I believe we will meet again whether in a blog, on earth, or one day in Heaven.

À la prochaine…until next time.


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A New Journey

This page begins a new journey…the Metastatic Breast Cancer Journey. I was diagnosed Stage IV in December 2016.  Welcome to my new site.

I started blogging when I was first diagnosed with breast cancer in 2012. I didn’t really care if anyone read the posts, as writing is therapeutic in itself. However, if it could be helpful to someone else who is newly diagnosed, or if a friend or caregiver wanted to know more about what we go through, I hope you receive a word of encouragement. We are all in this together!

Blogs from my original diagnosis the first time through this cancer journey through the very beginning of this metastatic journey can be found on our other website www.timandcindywest.com. That site also contains some inspirational articles written by my hubby, as well as some adventures.

If you click through the previous posts on this site you will find some additional caregiver stories that could not be included in the published book.

Thank you for following my journey, and for your prayers as well!

À la prochaine…until next time!

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Have you read The Breast Cancer Journey?  If so, we would love to hear your feedback on how this book has impacted your journey. Or let us know how you are using this book to minister to others.

Please scroll all the way to the bottom of this page to write your review. (Reply in the comments box below).  I will personally respond to each comment submitted.

Alternatively, and maybe even better, please go onto Amazon.com and write a review. Your support is greatly appreciated!


The book is wonderfully written and the stories are believable.  Many books I have read were more unbelievable and made up to sound too good.  Best book I have read!!!  ~Eleanor Sommer, Survivor

Official Book Launch

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Lucinda West and Pamela Schlembach Primary Authors

It’s official!  With this book launch we hope to see sales skyrocket so funds can be given to further the cause of research and finding a cure.  If you haven’t picked up a copy, please do so today!

Lucinda (Cindy) shares what this project means to her.
Lucinda (Cindy) shares what this project means to her..

Wednesday May 11th ladies from the Breast Friends support group at MD Anderson who have contributed to this project gathered together with their friends and family members to talk about how writing their story has impacted their lives.

The massive book signing event was reminiscent of Yearbook Parties from our high school days.  Tears flowed and laughter filled the room as we shared stories and encouraged the newbies who joined our group for the first time.

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Thanks to the MDA ladies who help lead this group every month!
The MDA ladies who help lead this group every month!

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I Just Want to Help

I Just Want to Help

Michael Weaver

My Story

When my wife was first diagnosed with breast cancer, I felt helpless because I could not actually fight the cancer for her. I knew it was difficult for her because she is a clinical social worker, so she is aware of what women with breast cancer may go through, having helped many women in this situation herself. As a doctor it was difficult for me too, because I am used to helping people with different illnesses. This was not my specialty, and now there was even less that I could do for her medically. However, I made a choice early on after her diagnosis that I would be a husband for her, and not her doctor. Continue reading “I Just Want to Help”

I Quit

I Quit

I. M. Poppy

“‘Call to Me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things, which you do not know.” ~Jeremiah 33:3 (AKJV)

 

My Story

One evening near the end of my wife Vicki’s 5-year brave battle with cancer, she was having an extreme anxiety attack.  She didn’t appear to have any acute pain but was desperate.  She cried, she moaned, she rocked, and she shook her bed and pleaded with God “take me home.”  Two of my daughters and their significant others sat with me in our bedroom. We tried our best to console her. We all hugged and cried and prayed together.  It was a horrible experience. Finally, with the help of medications, she settled and slept.  We too settled and the girls went home. Continue reading “I Quit”

The Caregiver’s Labor of Love

The Caregiver’s Labor of Love

Don Harkey

My Story

The life of a caregiver can be described as both the best of times and the worst of times. When my wife Kathy was first diagnosed with breast cancer, I think my first reaction was one of total selfishness. “How was this cancer going to affect me?” “What would this do to our happy little life?” “Would we still be able to go out to dinner, go to the lake, or go on vacations?” “How would I work?” “Why has God chosen to put this burden on me?”   The pity party had begun. Later, I felt guilty about my initial reaction. To some extent, I think Kathy had the same reaction. Her concern was, of course, on a much deeper more visceral level.   Let’s face it—when your life is on the line, some of the day-to-day worries take on a vastly increased significance. Continue reading “The Caregiver’s Labor of Love”

Life is Like Jazz

Life is Like Jazz

Sara Rogers

My Story

I was with my mom when the doctor told her she had Stage II breast cancer in her right breast. My first reaction was disbelief, then denial, and finally acceptance. “It’s nothing; we can get through this.” I am the eldest and my mother is a single parent. Therefore, I had to grow up pretty fast in my younger years. I helped raised my sister and my brother, so naturally, I felt I was responsible for taking my mother to her treatments while I was working and supporting my own family. Continue reading “Life is Like Jazz”

Perspective

Perspective

Janina Stout

“Never be afraid to fall apart because it is an opportunity to rebuild yourself the way you wish you had been all along.” ~Rae Smith

My Story

After two chemotherapy sessions, I had a repeat breast ultrasound. My tumor was a triple positive breast cancer, and it was not getting bigger with the chemotherapy regime my oncologist had ordered for me. I was very happy with the positive news.

Continue reading “Perspective”

Present Peace

Present Peace

Bryan W.

My Story

I was 21 years old and still living in Florida when I received the news that my mother had breast cancer. My family had moved to Texas. With the diagnosis came a looming sense of doubt. A shadow of fear, not knowing whether the clock was about to tick down or the sand was about to run out. While this always seemed like an unlikely end to our story, it was still there. As the words were hitting the page I didn’t know if this would be the end of a chapter or the end of a book. With that, I had fear. I was afraid of not knowing whether my mother would see me walk down the aisle, or hold my first child. I never truly knew which way the story would end.

Continue reading “Present Peace”